[Giles takes the paper and gives the ingredients a cursory glance. It's enough for him to identify most of them, and have a good idea as to the tea's purpose and potential efficacy - both good. He nods, setting the paper on the desk for later.]
I will. [This time, he really does mean it.] Thank you.
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I will. [This time, he really does mean it.] Thank you.
What else?