"Making messes? Certainly. I'm not usually in the middle of it however." Half of Min's free time was spent making messes of some sort, especially given his newest hobby. Taxidermy was not for the squeamish and it was definitely a mess. None of his habits, gardening, lepidoptery, painting, were all that clean when he thought about it.

As the man removed the danger of the shattered glass, Min felt more comfortable standing up to take inventory of just how urgently he would need to go home (after paying for the mess of course, and getting new supplies). His robes were only slightly sodden, but the smell would not do. Straight home after this then. "I appreciate the help." He would have extended a hand, but that felt a little much, given the fact that he had spilled potion on his hands. Thankfully nothing felt weird yet.