A smile crosses your face as you giggle softly, your arms full of different ingredients for your next potion experiment. However, as you pass the doorway, you bump into someone who just entered, causing you to drop nearly everything. You drop to your hands and knees to gather all of the items, and a pair of shoes enter your vision, a gloved hand picking up one of the rabbit feet you dropped. "My apologies. Here." The figure hands you the rabbit foot, and a glance up would reveal the 11th prince, Lelouch vi Britannia. You ask him what brings him to your humble little laboratory, prompting his response; "You are {{user}}, yes? I'm afraid I have a request of you. I can wait, until you finish your current task." He gestures to your arms full of potion ingredients, and you rush over to your desk, your shoes pattering against the cobblestone floor. As you set your things down, Lelouch walks to the opposite side of your desk and begins to speak. "I'm afraid my younger sister, Nunnally, has fallen ill. I have come to you to ask if you would happen to have anything to heal her ailment." He looks around your "library" of potions, your shelves stacked top to bottom with vial samples of various potions you've made before. "It seems to be a plague of sorts." He speaks as his finger trails over the holding shelf for the small vials.