[She took in everything with a quiet and studious eye. The place had the feel of the sort of care where someone was either used to the personal touch, or preferred privacy in the midst of their care. She could actually appreciate that attitude, and the place more and more had a home-like quality that was preferable to the bustle of the hospital.
And then she encountered the pharmacy. It was haphazard, convoluted, incomplete at points and mixed in a hodge-podge that looked like someone was either very disorganized or exactly as he had described them, just started in the process of trying to organize an almost hopelessly impossible task. She frowned as she looked at it. Her mother was practically screaming in her head.
The mention of Euri did not improve her mood. She'd seen the girl's post earlier about emoticons, and it hadn't exactly won her over.]
That ... woman is an apothecary? It takes all kinds, I suppose. This, this will not do. The conditions are, well, if I am going to do this, I need more than just a mortar and pestle. I'm going to need to get this shelf space cleared, and a wide collection of good, clean jars and holders. I'll look over the chemistry set later and start with the herbs to begin with.
[She reached to a small satchel at her side. It was one of the only things she had been wearing at the time of her arrival. There were two books and a small collection of pockets with odds and ends inside. One of the books she left inside, but the other, she pulled out and flipped open. there was what looked like chicken-scratch on the pages she flipped through, complete with small drawings. Walking up to one of the plants, she frowned and gave it a once over.]
Some of these plants may also be toxic. I am definitely going to need to sort these, store what is salvageable, replace what is not and have a clear indication of the needs of your clients before I can go any further. I'm assuming you don't have gold coins flowing out of your ears, so we need to stick to the stock you use first, and then go from there.
... you have nightshade, I see. And your predecessor did know how to preserve it dried, but I am going to need to be careful with this. It can be very toxic if I use too much. Very little goes a long way.
[She looked back at him, at the room and frowned.]
What sorts of plants can be brought here, other than earth-bound species, and is there somewhere I can get a record of non-earth native plants?
[Almost as soon as she'd walked into the pharmacy, seeing it more as an herbalist's dream come true turned nightmare than a modern pharmacy, she had proceeded to act like she owned the place. For an instant, she actually finally felt useful, and she was grabbing onto the sensation, that and trying to ignore the flaming beard.]
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And then she encountered the pharmacy. It was haphazard, convoluted, incomplete at points and mixed in a hodge-podge that looked like someone was either very disorganized or exactly as he had described them, just started in the process of trying to organize an almost hopelessly impossible task. She frowned as she looked at it. Her mother was practically screaming in her head.
The mention of Euri did not improve her mood. She'd seen the girl's post earlier about emoticons, and it hadn't exactly won her over.]
That ... woman is an apothecary? It takes all kinds, I suppose. This, this will not do. The conditions are, well, if I am going to do this, I need more than just a mortar and pestle. I'm going to need to get this shelf space cleared, and a wide collection of good, clean jars and holders. I'll look over the chemistry set later and start with the herbs to begin with.
[She reached to a small satchel at her side. It was one of the only things she had been wearing at the time of her arrival. There were two books and a small collection of pockets with odds and ends inside. One of the books she left inside, but the other, she pulled out and flipped open. there was what looked like chicken-scratch on the pages she flipped through, complete with small drawings. Walking up to one of the plants, she frowned and gave it a once over.]
Some of these plants may also be toxic. I am definitely going to need to sort these, store what is salvageable, replace what is not and have a clear indication of the needs of your clients before I can go any further. I'm assuming you don't have gold coins flowing out of your ears, so we need to stick to the stock you use first, and then go from there.
... you have nightshade, I see. And your predecessor did know how to preserve it dried, but I am going to need to be careful with this. It can be very toxic if I use too much. Very little goes a long way.
[She looked back at him, at the room and frowned.]
What sorts of plants can be brought here, other than earth-bound species, and is there somewhere I can get a record of non-earth native plants?
[Almost as soon as she'd walked into the pharmacy, seeing it more as an herbalist's dream come true turned nightmare than a modern pharmacy, she had proceeded to act like she owned the place. For an instant, she actually finally felt useful, and she was grabbing onto the sensation, that and trying to ignore the flaming beard.]