Listening patiently to her diagnosis, Percy found himself breathing a sigh of relief for the examination's coming to a close. And then just as the moment was nearly upon them, she withheld the documentation.
"Wha-what?" He said quickly, for the moment taken utterly aback. What embarrassment he felt at being found out was quickly replaced by his usual assuming disposition. "Scurvy-grass is a proven remedy, and the lovage, well, improves the taste. There have been studies."
He sniffed, daring her to contradict him, no matter that the tonic hadn't done a bloody thing for him.