He is...particular. I am not certain if a substitute will suffice.

[ But then again, Billie has some familiarity with the man himself, and as a purveyor of libations perhaps the child will be better informed than Ortus on the palate of Scentsy Lawrence. ]

Perhaps no more glass bottles until your father is nearby?

[ Ortus suggests, hopefully, before he waves his temporary goodbye and sets to packing. When a knock comes at the front door, it will open to reveal him laden down with mop and broom - and waxes, cleansers, various types of cloth, small brushes, and a selection of paper-wrapped sandwiches, all alongside a tentative smile. ]

It is I, Ortus.