Arthur knows he's more likely to make a fucking mess with most of this stuff than anything else. He's never bothered to be very precise at cooking, never wanted to take the time, and this is too close to that. He could be good if he tried and practiced, but that's another discussion for another day.

"Are they all magic?" he asks, looking around. He knows there are plants with magical properties that even he could use to make something useful, but he doesn't have the sense for it the way fae and witches do.