[Has there ever been a deeper or more resigned sigh in all the world? There has not.

But Rohan is Rohan, and she really can't say no to him any more than he can to her, so she wanders over and picks up one of the small jars she'd filled with the stuff, bringing it back over to him.]

Here. I don't want it, so you can do what you want with it. Just — don't open it in here, okay? If you're going to do something with it, do it at your house. With the doors locked.

[THE ATTEMPT TO PREVENT HIM WAS MADE.]