Jones was in Tiny Bandage clinic behind the counter; index finger tracing along the spines of the several books on the shelf, picking one up and skimming through the pages - trying to find a specific page on Mystery Potions, as Arthur had asked him to make a few in order for the scholarly prince to study them.

"Mm... This is always a tricky one to make," The man sighed, reaching up to push his glasses a bit higher up on his nose before setting the book down, preparing a few herbs and chemicals to make the potion.