Well that’s awkward.  It felt worse than possibly getting his name wrong which was silly since there was no reason he should have known the man would go on to do 'potions stuff' professionally.  At least he seemed nice about it - and quite likeable, unfortunately.  It was always worse for Jack when the criminals were likeable.  Not that the man was a criminal yet.

"Well, isn’t that funny."  he said absently, peering up the road looking for any sign of someone making their way to corroborate his story.  At this point his own unease in the conversation was magnifying his suspicion past reason but it was always the crafty criminals that made you second guess yourself. 

Jack realized with a start that maybe the reason he was waiting near the Potts' home was precisely because it was the Potts' home… but like, in a good way. For all he knew about potions there was probably a lot a potioneer and a marine plant-ologist had to discuss. He felt suddenly quite foolish for not thinking of it sooner.  "If its Mr. Potts you're waiting for I can go tell him you're here.  He was elbow deep in his work when I left just now."  He very nearly added 'you know how he gets' but he'd said enough foolish things already. 

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