Kreyu blushes further, but Taweret laughs out loud. "Oh, I LIKE you, Skellig," she tells him. "Experience will trump youth every time, I always say."

"His best was very good," Kreyu replies. She's still blushing furiously. "I thank you for the potion, but is there something less...bitter that would serve the purpose?"

"That would depend on if you can remember to drink something every day," Taweret replies, tapping her fingers on the table.