Margaret smiles. "I can get it, and don't worry about the gold. Basil, carnation, vials, correct?" she packs her things. "Oh and Book-worm? I don't sew for money, I do it for happiness I get to share with others. I suggest you to at least [i]try[/i] to think me not so shallow," she corrects him sternly, then goes into town to get the supplies.