"It's just wet, I already washed it off." Whatever it was. He'd have to look more into that later.
"That," he said, indicating Thomas' cup before grabbing a towel to wipe his hands, "looks like sludge." Sebastian's father was a bit of a coffee snob and had apparently passed that trait on.
He settled on a cup of tea and as he busied himself making it said, "What are you doing running around if you're not, you know, actually helping patients?" Thomas's work was a mystery to Bash if he were honest, but he wasn't exactly here for the miracle of saving lives, he just loved the potions work.