Alice laughed at his expression but said nothing. Cameron was the one who desired a magical remedy, after all, so what did he expect? The worst ingredients had the best effects, she found. "I suppose. I still think asking for the funds for a proper remedy would be worth the potential disappointment." If Madeline mixed the ingredients in the wrong order his cough could become worse, not that Alice would voice such concerns.

She paused, the jars precariously balanced in her hands. Get something for herself, what was that supposed to mean? Alice was doing him a favor, not aiding him in the hopes to snag a few extra ingredients for herself. "Oh, that's alright," she refused with a polite smile. "Mum gave me some money to bring home what she needed." Alice gestured to three of the jars in his grasp. "I should have enough left if you have time to stop for tea, though."