[Atem is right -- no one needs them, but they make them anyway, whether for small commodities like enchanted tea, or larger, more dangerous trades like a container for a soul. He still needs to have words with Kate about that, but hasn't yet worked up the nerve. He's been busy fighting with his own affliction, which continues to be riled by the gods on a regular basis.]

Imbuing tea is not terribly taxing. I suppose if you are making regular visits to Miss Rey, I could perhaps leave it with her for you.

[He reaches into a crate near the door to the shed and gets his pruning shears, taking them back to the paw plants. As he passes toward the thorny shrubs, he passes by the abandoned satchel -- doubly abandoned now, as it lies completely empty, its cargo having wriggled out. Nibbling on one of the stray coiler vines is what appears to be some kind of hairless, spotty rabbit. No leash attached, but it definitely has the same markings as the one that was with that creature in the shops not a week ago.]