Yan was out of cinnamon, a crime against baking, but she was also out of white orchid petals, arguably more urgent a matter: she used the petals in 3 potions: an antidepressant, a topical wound-healer, & an antibacterial.
She put the kettle on to boil anyway. Any chance at a hothouse was at least a year out, so she was going to have to get clever.
She winced at her dwindling supply of vanilla beans. A good idea, but then she'd have to find a substitute for them as well.