Pride was technically a sin, he supposed, but a job well done was deserving of a little pride. He wasn't going to tell her not to be pleased with her own hard work, definitely not when it was so well deserved (and when it benefited him so much).

"There may have been wormwood." And for a moment he was distracted thinking about a very nice vermouth he had been gifted years ago that would have made a nice apéritif for dinner last night. Sadly not the use of wormwood in this case. Rather a waste, in retrospect. "There may also have been rosewater. I was reading about a week ago about its properties in magical spells and thought it might add a ...zest to the recipe to get that, um, specific quality I was going for."

His apologetic expression changed to a sly smile. "Sadly, I do not think it worked as I envisioned, but discovery is all about experimentation, is it not?"