Evan & @asphodelroot 18 June 1984, Prewett Estate - Evening
“I don’t mean to impose,” Evan barely managed to stifle the laugh that wanted to escape, having taken pause in the doorway to watch the young woman at work on dicing ingredients. He usually would have joined right in on assisting but the need to double check that he wouldn’t need to purchase more healing materials had left him checking cabinets for the second time that week before jumping in to help. “But if you keep that up,” He continued. "The dittany will be too finely minced to add into the healing potion.”
Another pause where he tilted his head to the side, questioning if the tiny pieces were deliberately diced. “Unless you figured out a better way of using it. In which case, enlighten me.” Potions was something he was okay at. As someone that could acknowledge it wasn’t a major skill of his, he was all too willing to learn when the Order members that were skilled at the art had figured out more effective ways of putting ingredients to use.
It had taken a little while to get used to the idea of going off book for potions and food dishes alike since he preferred the approach of following each recipe’s instructions as they were written. Much like how it had taken several years of being graduated from Hogwarts for him to realize he didn’t want to perfectly travel the path that had been laid ahead of him since the day he was born.