"I'm fine," he assures. "I've had more noxious fumes than that fly into my face. The mix is safe, just... awfully smokey, apparently." Thomas looks down at the bowl he'd been mixing in like it might reveal the answer to him. He looked up and offered a smile.

"Thank you. It's inventory for my shop - through there." He gestured to a door further down. "I hope to open it early next month and wanted to be sure I actually had things to sell. I suppose I can't just depend on commissions."