On the bed, a child is dozing off.
“Your mummy’s doing the same thing,” I said.
“Impossible,” she said. “How can she get the mixture of magic drugs to work with a child. It’s too expensive.” She looked up at me, shimmering with wisdom. “You mean to say you don’t know how to dilute the magic potion?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. “How can I get it?”
“You can give her a dose of royal jelly,” she said. “And if you give her the correct dose,” she added, “your child will have no troubles of any sort. It’s the dose that counts. I hope you’ll agree.”
“You are very sensible, O Brainy One.”
“There are tons of things I know.”