[ As Odile picks out her teas, Rom ambles away briefly to fetch a little basket; he's just gonna hold it in her field of vision and give it a little wiggle so he can carry her things for her. ]

In a way. There's a particular tea my Master favors for when you've been afflicted with a curse or ghostly influence. It works well, but it doesn't make for a pleasant drink, so I've never liked tea much since.

[ Pause, before he points to the most expensive little tin on the shelf before them. ]

How about that one, too?