It was a beautiful looking book, even if she was still wholly uneasy about accepting it. Would Edison accept such a gift? They had such similar outlooks that she found herself wishing he was present to consult. However, without her friend's gentle guidance Alice was left with little choice but to agree. (She was dreadfully curious about what potions the book contained.)

"Alright, thank you," she nodded but didn't slide the book towards her possessions. Instead, she opened her obviously worn (and in some places patched) bag and set the needed books for the tutoring session upon the table. "I thought we could start with the potion's homework for this week. It's another essay, so we won't need our cauldrons just yet."