The 'smile' such as it was didn't bother Gwenog in the slightest, she'd been faced with ruder for far less. The comment though just made her smirk and walk past, head held high. "You've got a child and a basket, I've got less shit to move," she said, indicating the small pack of licorice root which was the only thing in her hands. The jar she'd brought with her currently tucked into a magically expanded pocket in her jacket.
She turned her back to the woman and crouched down to look on the bottom shelf for the willow bark. It was one of those things that never seemed to be in the same place. And she needed to find the dried nettles too. Technically she could pick and dry her own but she always seemed to under or over do it, and she'd read a note about using nettles not from your own garden was better when you wanted to use it in a herbicide. She glanced back at the child as it started to make a noise again and huffed quietly. Children were definitely not her thing, but it wasn't like she was actually causing a problem so Gwenog showed restraint and kept her mouth shut. The woman seemed irritable enough as it was and all Gwenog wanted was to get her ingredients and leave.