"Oh," Theodore said. He gave her a belated, but genuine and amused smile. Yes, it was a silly idea, of course it was. He didn't know why he often took humor too seriously, but it always surprised him a little.
He followed her easily, and took his seat. This was obviously their workspace, but that oddly made him feel more comfortable than sitting in someone's parlour. He liked the evidence that the room was used, from the books to the knife and ingredients. Comfortably, he relaxed.
"The first," he said with a little smile. "If I go into my own practice, I'm going to need my own supplies. I don't really know how much or what I'll need... mostly I just came here to get an idea of whether you would be interested in filling orders for a private Healer. In a lot of cases, I'd probably be ordering directly from you, to have access to the potions immediately after diagnosis - but I could also need to write prescriptions for some of the rarer ones, and send my patients to you."