Taking the bag, she placed them-considerably more gingerly than she'd been holding them-inside as they stepped out of the shallows. Letting go of her skirt, both hands were free once more as the bag was returned to Bruce.

"Hopefully we've found what she's looking for, then. If not, I suppose we'll have no choice but to come out this way again." Barring the question of just why the fairy would need to produce aphrodisiacs in such quantity, this was far from the worst task Josephine had ever set herself to, between the pleasant setting and pleasant company.