The apprentice, Lilibet was grinding dried sorrel with the adept, Sandra.
“Sandra, why do we make a cordial that is mainly used for fighting? Shouldn’t we make something nice like a love potion instead?”
“To start with it’s not practical,” Sandra said.
“Okay, let’s examine it. A woman sees a desirable partner and decides to slip them a love potion. The object of her affection falls head over heels for her and is devoted to her until the potion wears off. To avoid this she has to ply her beloved with the potion on a regular basis, this is not only expensive, but a kind of deceit as her lover is in reality involuntarily bound to her through the potion.”
“But what if they happen to actually fall in love with her in the mean time?” Lilibet asked.
“How will she ever know?” Sandra replied. “Is it worth the risk to not give a dose?”
“Besides, it wouldn’t be practical for us either. Think about how much product we would have to produce just to keep up with the daily or weekly demand. Out forest couldn’t provide the needed resources, nor we the work force without outsourcing our techniques, and losing our monopoly.”
“Yes, but even if one couple . . .”
“Don’t go there. So lets flip this. A man sees a hot young thing, and slips her the potion. She in over the moon in love with him, against her own control mind, and they marry and have a family. Ten years on, the man sees her with her ‘mom’ body, and he constant tiredness owing to family life. Will he be tempted to buy more potion, if he was shallow enough to have used it to ‘catch’ her in the first place? I think not. Before you know it, he has fallen out of lust with her, she has stopped magically loving him, there is a broken family, distressed children, and to top it all off – we have lost a regular customer.”
“Wow, I hadn’t thought of that,” Lilibet said reflectively. “You are really wise.”
“No, just experienced. We tried that line about twenty years ago and it was a disaster.”
Thanks to my wife for suggesting this story line.