[Megumi's face pulls into a disapproving grimace.]

I'm spilling it, we don't know where it came from.

[And he's absolutely not putting that away in that condition. What if it leaks onto his weapons, or worse on his tea canister. Yup that's a nope.

Taking the bowl he pinches the rose, careful to avoid the thorns before pouring out the remains onto the soiled ground. Reaching into his murky shadow he places the two ingredients.]

There's a spell we need to preform in order to leave. One of the components is a rose.

[A relieving sigh.]

They're tough to find here, the cultists guard them with their lives.