Theodore couldn't imagine anyone being so glad for his company; this bright, happy, enthusiastic boy seemed like such a mismatch for the dour outcast he was. Were these the types of people he attracted? Both Sally and Timothy seemed similar in that regard. He didn't understand, but it made him feel good.
"All right, then...um." He looked around briefly. "So I think...I, uh, we should go to...Slug & Jiggers first? I need..." He fished out his list, a scrap of parchment crawling with his tight, uneven scrawl of a hand. "New gloves and...this years ingredients. You're sure you don't mind? It...doesn't have the best smell. Are you good with potions, T-Timothy?" Something about the boy's name wanted to trip up his tongue, but he didn't know why.