Daz leaned against the dilapidated brick wall, squinting over and up at Anadotti Squiggs through the haze of smoke that rushed forward from her lips.  Her brow was lightly knit as she regarded the other Witch.  In many ways admirable to someone like Daz, Anadotti was still foreign and didn't readily seem to understand basic things that were said to her.  Daz might have started to feel holier-than-thou about it on occasion, but then she'd remember that she could hardly make sense of what Dotti said.  But maybe that was because Anadotti's language was of the 'word salad' variety. 

That and, well, Daz was too sober by comparison.

"They make a glop... you know, a goop, that once it's mixed with other things cures some of more uncommon poisons... could save your life, or keep you awake for days when needed, removes evil forces from having a hold on the body, hell it can wake a Witch up from the sleep of the dead!"  Daz was on a roll and clearly showing off at this point.  "Wip up a Wiggenweld or make with it liquid giddiness, that's not even scratching the surface.  Their plenty useful and hard to come by because of regulation." 

She crossed her arms, now leaning rather leisurely into the wall, feeling comforted by the notion of being Knockturn Alley's brand of intellectual.  She wished her Briggs could see her at it, the two of them were always, as he said, 'Smartier and Prettier than all the rest'.