If she can get Amelia to give up her stash of herbs and spices for modern pharmaceuticals, Verity will have performed a small miracle. Though, perhaps, that might be best. Small glass vials don't always do well in Amelia's care.

There's no expectation of happiness in the response. Amelia knows better, having seen it dozens of times before. "Best of luck, then." With a small incline of her head and shoulders, she turns and strolls off down the street of the Forum, disappearing into the crowd with ease.