"I'll manage. Set your list on the counter, please."
The tone of her voice stayed even, almost curt. Xanadu decided not to betray her thoughts until her opinion was complete on the matter of his list. Over the past couple of decades since the Spectre's curse the seer had discovered multiple ways to restore her eyes. Many of them required meditation or intense focus. The seer decided to take a faster, much more forceful approach.
She found a comically small dagger, the handle just large enough to fit her hand and the blade not much longer.
"Pardon me just a moment." She took a seat at a barstool behind the register. Removing the sunglasses she kept her eyes closed until the blade sliced across a few finger tips from her other hand. Smearing the blood from her fingers just at the edge of burnt sockets, she suddenly had vivid green eyes once more.
It would hurt in the morning.
Looking over the list of ingredients as a whole appeared to confirm his claim, "Who taught you how to prepare this?"