Well. That made things a fair bit easier, to say the least. He took a deep breath, and swatted as a flea tried to jump onto him. The dog not trying to lick itself with the insecticide on was good - it solved the multiple baths problem, and the time constraints involved. This still left the other half of the dog and the boy's problem - the bites already on them.

Now that the direwolf was dozing and not staring at him with one hungry eye, Nevin stood up and moved back to his notebook. When Fenn had begun his... trip, he had been close to finalizing something. It was actually the realization that the insecticide wouldn't be affected by the cold that had finished the idea off in the alchemist's head, and he thought it might work well. It would actually make use of the boy's inherent cold, a tonic that would be spread across the skin to freeze in place. He had to switch the analgesic agent out though - he couldn't risk the boy somehow getting a contact high from a numbing agent, even if it wasn't the same one that had sent him on his trip earlier.

Nevin came back out from behind the counter with a rag which he dropped on top of the golden-brown mess near Fenn, then disappeared into the back, shutting the door before the boy had time to see what was through it. He actually had some of the insecticide brewed already, the forests were a favored hang out of the annoying pests, but the other tonic would take a few minutes to put together. Thankfully because it was going to use the cold to do the majority of the work, it wouldn't take too long.

Within fifteen minutes Nevin was back at the counter, a bottle with a cheerily drawn skull and crossbones with red hair on the skull, and a clay jug with a watery paste inside.

"These should do the trick for you,
Fenn. The skull bottle is the insecticide. Rub this all over the direwolf, and let it sit for a few hours. You have to make absolutely sure she doesn't eat any, or she will get very sick, even sicker than you just were. This is very serious, OK?" He stared for a long minute at the mute boy before continuing. "This other bottle is a paste you will rub onto both yourself and your hound whenever one of you starts to itch at a bug bite. It should react with your cold to form into a paste that hardens and covers the spot, drawing out some of the stuff in the bites that makes them itch, and preventing you from scratching them. These are, luckily, cheaper than the other medicines would have been - the insecticide is a lot cheaper than the flea bath paste." Nevin wrote down the new amount and spun it around for the boy to look at. He had also added on a cost for some - but only some - of the candy, but not the syrup or the emetic.