Carefully setting the kettle down, Saunders rushed over to the door, setting his face in the warm, happy smile of the commensurate businessman. "Welcome to Saunder's Spectacular Solutions, what-" He paused mid-spiel as saw Sarah, his smile fading slightly. "So I guess you're not here to buy anything?" He looked rather put out as he said this. Johnathan always had the sneaking suspicion that Sarah didn't like him very much. Or appreciate his very important work. He found this odd. He was personable, wasn't he? He had sold the whole group of them some very quality concoctions last time, at a very reasonable price as well. He still shuddered quietly at the memory of giving away one for free. But well... Circumstances had been dire.<br/><br/>Still, his smile resurfaced as he looked over at Sarah. "Now, the bat signal you say? What exactly happened? I really should pack some proper supplies, if Mister Merigold wants my help. I have a few potions for every sort of situation. Very fair price. Practically giving them away, really." He grinned, waving her into the shop as he dashed to and fro, tossing bottles into a dingy leather backpack. The door he left open. "Come on, can't you smile a little? You look like someone died. I thought you liked these little adventures. Why else would you always be running about when they happen?"