"... You're doing well for yourself."

As it so happens, Oersted enters the area, his interest piqued. He didn't think that Misery would be social enough to sell her wares like this. Maybe he underestimated the woman just a little. He takes a look at the luck tonic she's selling.

He picks up a bottle.

"How can a drinker tell whether what had happened to them was through luck?"