"Oh, no," he said, scrubbing a hand across his face to combat the growing weariness. "I'm okay, just tired. I got the potion, yes. I really should be going home."
He tucked his cloak over his shoulders, blocking the burst of resulting cold air as the disgruntled (although now mercifully dry) wizard stalked out of the shoppe.
"On break from work then?" he asked her. "Looks like you'll have to reorder the lot of those drinks."
He gestured to the mess on the floor that an employee was now attempting to charm clean.