"Er, very well then, we shall wait for some more people to arrive. Speaking of, where is my worthless assistant?" Frederick raises his voice. "SIMON! GET OUT HERE!"
The doors burst open and Simon comes out, carrying a box of glowing vials.
"Alright, alright, cool your jets ya crazy old man."
"Cut the snark and get to work organizing the products! We must be ready as soon as the others arrive!"
SImon gets to work, grumbling mutinously.
OOC: @ToaTumult your fine.