[Walter opens his eyes and looks to where September is indicating.]

Oh, so it is. I must have moved it last night when I was making something....

[He quickly shuffled over and picked up the container, going to the sink to get a glass of water and measure two teaspoons into the glass. He pauses for a moment, looks at the glass, and then adds a third, mixing it up before coming back to hand it to September.]

I hope it will help. I'm not certain of your tolerance.