Squinting at the parchment, Jon snorted. "Apparently Gabe didn't tell you about the last time I was here." And cripes, how did Jon always get roped into making stuff? He dealt with animals for crying out loud. Oh, hey-
"I recognize that one!" Turning away, Jon stuck his head back into the closet and grabbed a bottle. He held it out to William, who took it slowly, a worried frown marring his forehead. "Hey Bills," he said quietly, "we can do this."
"Besides," Jon began looking for the other ingredients, saying over his shoulder, "just think how jealous Gabe's gonna be when we pull this off. You'll be able to, pardon the pun, hold it over his head forever."