Forgotten Grounds [Invite]

Realizing that they were all trying to get information, Sam would then bring his hands together, drawing everybody their attention with a loud clapping noise as he would nod proudly!

"Of course! Why did we not think of this beforehand!" As he would start manifesting a potion, the energy in the air starting to change rapidly as every single fiber of magic that he was pulling in was starting to be carefully reorganized as if he was building a creature that shouldn't exist.
He was creating a double helix of energy that was carrying his passion as he would keep mixing it thoroughly until a single potion was laying on the ground, glowing shimmering golden energy.

Falling on his behind, exhausted as he would make sure not to crush anything in the way of his behind, he would start to take deep breaths, making certain that he did not make anybody misunderstand what he was about to say.
Sweat dripping down his body as his black suit was slowly being unbuttoned, revealing a white undershirt underneath that was starting to show some of the definitions that gave curves to his body.

"Christ... This... This was exhausting, to say the least." He admitted, openly although it was quite openly visible. "Whoever drinks that potion should be able to talk to the grass itself, and be able to ask them questions." He then explained.
Pouring a tiny bit out onto some grass to prove that it wouldn't make any of them part of the 'Man Extinction Plan' or even the 'Third Thiccpact' that would ravage the world.

No, It would do nothing on the grass as he would then put the cork back into the bottle with an experienced move as if he was handling bottles more often than he would admit.

"I hope that this will help, along with the information from Silica... Wait, Silica do you want a potion to talk to flowers too later, or are you okay just writing them down?" He spoke with a smile, having never even thought of it before nearly fainting from the drain it had on his body.
Clutching his own thigh for a second as he felt his body tense up... "Maybe later... I cannot handle making another one of those at this moment."

Mollus watched eagerly as the impish man began to craft a potion. The impromptu, hectic alchemist was something. Mollus still wasn't sure if that was a good something, or a bad something though. He felt like he was repeating that sentiment internally over and over again, but it was simply his strongest observation about the man. The Namekian was pretty confident in his judgment-of-character skills, so this uncertainty was a constant source of interest. His big performance about generating this magical elixir didn't help change the explorer's perspective.

Still, he did knock himself on his ass to aid Mollus. That had to be worth something. He accepted the potion, taking it from Sam, but not drinking it.

He turned to Silica, who had also given him a list of notes on plants. "Thank you, Silica," he said. He looked over at Sam, and gave him a grateful nod. "If this potion turns me into a lusty fish, I will be upset," he laughed, before reading the notes.

He still hasn't drunk the potion.