Rosario blinked at the unexpectedly prosaic answer. Potion brought to mind a bubbling cauldron, a mysterious liquid brewed from eye of newt and other similarly gross things, something that would cure magical ailments, or maybe cause them— not something you could pick up at the local CVS. Huh.
Oh well. At least he wasn't gonna make her drink it.
She shrugged off the thought and looked to Merlin expectantly. "Where do we start?"