"We probably need to come up with packaging guidelines to avoid this kind of problem in the future. And then we can yell at anyone who fucks up because we've made policy that's been ignored."

Waver moves towards the elfroot first, leaning down to scoop the box up and move it closer to where it goes on the shelf. His scarf falls with the movement, and he seems to have at least adjusted to the smell.

"Or at least stink them up," he adds cheerfully. "I mean, if there's any way to manipulate the wind via magic you could probably really do some damage to anyone trying to make an advance."