Cardshark looked over at FemHank, while the sweet smell of roasting Din wafted up from behind, "Well, tell you what,"<br/><br/>He gestured to the fridge behind him, "A little wager, you pick the restoration potion out of that fridge, and you get turned back to normal. Pick the wrong one, and who knows what will happen. Plus..." He hooked a finger under Summer's chin, "I'll get your little friend too."<br/><br/>Inside the fridge hank would find all manner of bottles, different shapes, sizes, colors, and, most distressing of all, no labels.