[Finn doesn't take it personally, crouching down alongside him with a hand on Iris's back as he rides out the aftershocks. He's been there, pal.]

Uh... a lot of herbs, this weird yam thing, some fishy smelling biz... I don't really know. There's a woman here who makes them into medicines, I just chop the stuff up for her. She couldn't use the ingredients I messed up on, but it felt weird throwing stuff away, soooo... [He cracks an anxious smile.] I just started putting everything in that bowl. I was kinda curious what would happen with all that potion griz mixed together, y'know?

[Finn presses his lips together, nodding stoically over a quick survey of the kitchen's current state.]

Guess that answers that.