Fair enough. [He won't press further. Just tuck into one of the loaves, which lets him see the bottles at the bottom.] Dabbling in potions, too?

[Genuinely curious. They're not marked, and he can't immediately identify them.]

[Assan just presses his face more into her hands, eyes closed happily. He chatters a bit, like he's answering her.]

He's the only one who Harding could see for a while. Between the two of us, he hasn't had time to get into trouble, thankfully. [Himself though?] And neither have I.