What every Winter needs

Without a moment to lose, Riva launched into a brief explanation of her plans for the day with her assorted herbs. “That there is oil I gathered from pressing olives.” she began, gesturing to a small jar kept apart from the rest. He stooped to inspect it more closely. A little.. yellow looking. Maybe she was pulling his leg, and someone had peed in the jar. That would be gross. However, he didn't comment. That would be rude. The giant returned his attention to his friend as she spoke, rocking back on his haunches to fix her with an evergreen stare. Her delicate paw moved to gesture to a small collection of herbs, tiny white flowers on long stems. “I’ll push these into a paste, and mix it with Elderberry juices and marshmallow, then mix it with the oil to preserve them, and store then in a cool, dry place”

He nodded along, pretending he had any hope of understanding what she was saying. “At this stage, i’m just working out my stock levels and what’s perishing the fastest, and make mixed pastes of those herbs in a way that creates the most beneficial outcome for certain issues, the one I just mentioned for example is for colds and fevers.” she finished off without the flourish that he was used to from his siblings when they were trying to impress him with their knowledge of leafy greens.

"I can mush the flowers if you want," he jerked his chin towards the pile of flowers she'd mentioned. "might as well use these big ole things for something, right?" he lifted one massive forepaw, giving it a quick shake for comedy's sake. His smile had returned, waiting for her to giggle at how silly he was.

"speech"