So he was very good at - whatever it was he did. Potion-making. Scully could appreciate that, since it seemed to have some part in medicine. You could train someone for difficult situations and pound all the terminology into their heads, but you couldn't really take the measure of a doctor - or, in this case, a potion-maker, she supposed - until you had them on a deadline, where every second counted. It was one of the reasons she was grateful - in a rather guilty way - that she'd never been an ER doctor. She could keep her head in a crisis, but a single mistake could end a life. Working at Our Lady of Sorrow had been rather different, although working with the children had been... Difficult, to say the least.
His offer gave her pause, though, and she couldn't help but notice the way his face seemed to gain a little color. In turn, she felt herself blush a little as she realized what reading into his offer could mean, and she looked away, clearing her throat a little. Well, since his reaction came after the fact, he couldn't have meant it the way it sounded, so she didn't have anything to be embarrassed about, and neither did he. It was easy to misconstrue things, and she shouldn't make him any more uncomfortable than he already seemed to be. Looking back up, she offered him a smile again and nodded.
"I'd be happy to attend," she said. "Although I have to wonder what kind of meeting it is. What could get out of hand?"