Crozier laughs ruefully and shakes his head. "You know, the dedication you have to shilling your snake oil is almost admirable. I mean it, I do. I admire the way you stick to your guns, even when you're dead wrong."

He finds an apricot off the tray and pops it into his mouth. "You keep saying that you need to increase the circulation in the bruise. That's not science, that's idiocy. In order to slow the bruising it's always the less circulation the better. So a tight compress will do. Or ice."

He raised his brow. "Are you in the ice selling business? Maybe that's what you should do next. Branded ice."