An upturned crate makes for an excellent makeshift market stall - at least to the mind of a nine year old. Someone's freshly laundered sheet snatched off the line is draped over the dirty old wood, and it's lined with bottles. There's a sign with a clumsy scrawl that promises a talent for calligraphy with some practice that reads: Potions, Tonics, and Medicine For Sale.

To the mind of a nine year old, bottles filled with leaves, twigs, mushrooms, and other debris, mixed with water from the river are surely powerful potions. To the eyes of any sane adult, this is clearly something unfit for consumption, human or otherwise.