"Feverfew," he echoes with interest. "I'll take some of that, thank you; I'm running low." He gets headaches sometimes, and perhaps unsurprisingly they've increased now that people know his secret and he's spoken up publicly. One day his stress level will go down, but it's not there yet.

"How much?" Detlef has to very gently reach past the kitten to get his coins out, and there's a little mew of protest before a fuzzy head pops out of his pocket. Moose tries to attach herself to his sleeve and he winds up gently (and fondly) moving her to the crook of an arm. "Sorry. She's the runt of the litter and she's being bullied by her siblings so I thought I'd remove her from them for a time and see what that changes."