"No kidding," Priere started, at first with every intentions of continuing this trail of thought. Meg was right after all, with all the problems they already had, why would anyone think slipping someone love potions was the best idea? Heck, what if said potion was slipped to everyone? Urgh, this was starting to give her a headache.

However, that little bit of discussion got shelved as the stove was discovered. "I think these things use firewood... maybe they have matches around..." she said, opening random drawers looking for anything useful.