The alchemist waved goodbye and went to her bed to sleep. She was more than confident that the podlings would do their job. The alchemy was sound, after all. The seeds themselves were called Dreamseeker nuts, a bit of irony considering their main audience was people with bad dreams. Then again, that third seed was quite a trip...

Zoey closed and locked her door behind herself, then deactivated her illusion and hoped on her bed, magically drawing the curtains to block the sun when it came. "Night, me," she mumbles, before sleeping.