All that the light touches

Oleander sneezed as he picked up a cobweb with his nose among some empty bottles. Probably the accumulated collection Basilisk and Hazel absconded with not too long ago, most of them completely empty.
"Found all of Mom's bottles!" He called out to Wyl, "We can clean them up and refill them again with tonics. Maybe if we keep them up here they'll be less likely to be used for parties." He chuckled. He wouldn't surprised if they accidentally got one of Mom's Valerian tinctures and the Warlord and Lady experienced the rubber limbs from overdosing on it. He once thought it would be cool to copy them and got his paws on it. It was the worst smelling medicine by far!
"Or maybe we can at least keep the macerating tinctures up here before they're ready." He knew it took four to six weeks of the herb in the alcohol to be its most potent. However, they should keep the ready-to-use medicines near the ground for ease of use and emergencies.

"Whatchu think Wyl?" He asked, poking his head around the corner back into the other room. He wondered if he found anything interesting.


"Speech"