Amelia shook her head, "Always looking on the darker side. You know, Izzy, sometimes you do have to get your hopes up. Just because they might be dashed is no reason not to expect good things. After all, if you never reach for the highest stars you'll be grounded for life." She capped the red potion and set it into her belt, then reached up into her shelf. All along it were potions, all of them different colors and all of them without labels. Picking one at random would be extremely dangerous. Amelia selected a light blue one and tossed it with disturbing casualness to the elf. "Here's your venom. As for your love potion, you'll remember I'm immune to my own creations. One of the 'benefits' of the job. If it's for that barmaid, I should hardly think you'll need a potion."