"Strange." Hans shook his head to himself before scanning down his list for a few more things.
There were some things that his mother had sent in a package earlier that week. It was just the things that weren't easy to send by owl that he needed. Beetles' eyes, bay-tree leaves, a new set of scales.
Noting the two piles, Hans grinned slightly and crossed back over, scales in hand. "Vot? Are you an expert on selecting ingredients, Tristan?"
At least one of them was. Hans was fairly certain he was what they called 'rubbish' at it. Knowing which ones worked best required reading the instructions for potions, didn't it? He didn't have the patience.