>"Hmm, I'll think about it. I need to go get some more information about some things, first."
>Assuming no real complaints, it's back to see la profesora!
>Glance around the shop on the way out, though, for any kind of powder or liquid that seems to induce sleep.
>The man nods. "Well, you know where we are. You have a good day now, ma'am."
>You turn to leave the shop, taking another glance through their stock as you go for anything soporific. There are treatments for insomnia and to otherwise induce a restful sleep, but you don't believe any of them are intended for unwilling recipients. Maybe if you could slip them into someone's stew and had an hour or two to wait around afterward, maybe, but you're unsure of even that. You have no doubt that such a substance can be purchased from
somewhere, but this might not be the place for it. You exit the building.
>The return trip to Professor Bosqueverde's office is uneventful, and quicker now that you know the route. The gum of hers that you've been idly working at for a while has now mostly lost its flavor and started to harden into a sort of vaguely tasteless mass; you find yourself slightly uncertain of whether you're supposed to keep going at it or not. Within the Flamel Building itself, the flood of dubious smoke from earlier has thinned to a faint prismatic haze, though the inane blend aromatic citrus and smoldering graphite still lingers in the air, tickling your nose as you walk past.
>You find the professor's door slightly ajar. She has resumed her vaguely off-key humming.