This was frustrating. Honestly, Night just liked to use the stuff, she didn't care about extracting it. Somebody else could do the hard work, Night didn't have to.

She brushed those thoughts off almost as soon as they had appeared. Hey, this might not have been as fun as, say, charms, but it was certainly simpler than extracting the oil by hand. And besides, why should someone else have to suffer do something Night was perfectly capable of?

"Nah-TAH-tra-ho," she muttered. No, that wasn't right, emphasis on the TRAH!, not the TAH. "Nah-tah-TRAH-ho."

Drip. That was it. Just one single drop of extract. Night sighed. Maybe it was her pronunciation? Or did she have to be more precise in her movements? Either way, Night was determined to get that mint oil eventually.