Avoiding the larger issue, huh? How very... humane. Verdant shrugged, not pursuing the issue as the djinn curator reappeared. A hand went in to check if she hadn't somehow misplaced the vial of exotic venom. She hadn't.

[b][color=#38b000]"You'll need to talk about it eventually."[/color][/b] She left it at that, leaning into the surprise pat from the oddly familiar foreigner. For a moment ahe looked like a small cat, pressing into the gesture with a somewhat loopy grin.

The book room she mostly skimmed past, eyes lingering at the painting longer than the others. It's well-cared for, even after so long, not a speck of dust even at the most ornate corner of the frame. Someone's been taking care of it thoroughly. An emerald eye flicked toward the aloof curator, but kept her peace otherwise.

Well, at least until the ancient thing deigned to address her directly.

[b][color=#38b000]"I'm not brewing anything okay!!"[/color][/b] She huffed with a hint of childish indignation, bristling at the constant reminder. A more spiteful side of the serpent was sorely tempted to test the boundaries... but she managed to get it under control at the last moment. [b][color=#38b000]"And I know what I'm doing. It's not going to explode or anything."[/color][/b]

What kind of amateur did he took her for?