Kuja pinches the bridge of his nose. This. This is what the locals are reporting as 'suspicious and dangerous individuals conducting an arcane ritual of some sort'. "Well. Alright then. There's been quite a lot of people who're alarmed at your presence in this area, so if we help you, will you kindly either leave or just... conclude your business quickly?"

There's a pause as the three moogles consider this.
"Well, I expect we'll be done by morning, if we can get this potion finished."
"If- It's a wonder we can get anything done with you mucking about, Mindy! We've only just got a whole new supply from those gentlemen earlier, and here you are with the all the grace of a concussed behemoth-"

"Ladies. Please." If he doesn't say something, this will go on all night. "What ingredients have been ruined, such that we may expedite the completion of whatever-it-is-you're-doing?"

"Well that bag had our entire stock of eye of newt and adder's fork and that's simple enough just nip 'round to the apothecary-"
"And you put all our toe of frog in as well, right before you punted it into the bloody pond!"
"but honestly, scale of dragon is such a rare ingredient! How can we even hope to get that? I saved up for ages just for one!"

Kuja sighs. "Scale of dragon, eye of newt, adder's fork, toe of frog. Anything else?"

"Well the frog's got t'be from 'round here, stands to reason."

Kuja sighs. "That's all only going to eat up the rest of the evening. Fantastic. Unless you've a substitute for all that?"