"Lovely day for it!" Sally reflexively blurts out the customary Wellington Wells greeting the moment the bell rings, not looking over yet as she stocks shelves with one hand and totes a baby of less than a year's age in the other.

At the question, though, she turns to answer. Before her is a beautiful man with a terrible chinstrap beard. (Well, no one's perfect.) Sally grins. "I hadn't thought to, but I'd certainly be interested in discussing it with the right person! I assume you've got some experience in herbalism or chemistry?"