From atop Fafnir, Loki watched Rita worked whilst ponder what the oppertune moment to have his target ingest the powerdered wolfsbane, and the best way to do it. His train of thoughts shifted once Rita was done grinding the plants. Climbing down from Fafnir, Loki walked over to Rita. "Very good. Now, give me bags, and I shall make them vanish until a time approached when we have need of them. This way, in the event we are searched, they shall never find a thing."