Seel's full intention was to stockpile most of it. Smiling and nodding to Swift, Seel pivoted on his chair and released the hand he was holding, grabbing some more bottles of sheh and putting them in his pockets, before grabbing more and handing them to Swift. They should have brought bags.

"Maybe we should get a bag." The closest he had was his shirt, and he was sure that Swift would object if he took it off to use as a sheh carrying bag.