Best-Festival-Friend

*Pestilence* · 08-24-2019, 05:12 PM

The boy withdrew from his pack a few containers and Pestilence watched with unconcealed interest. She told herself to remember that fancy accessory later, it'd do her well to acquire one if she wanted to gather her own herbs later on. She couldn't for the life of her think of why he'd need bottles and jars for herbs, but Alarr quickly began to explain. "That doesn't make much sense, wouldn't it just make the herbs mushy and gross to eat?" She wrinkled her nose at him. "If I wanted to dry it instead, how would I do that?" Pesto eyed his companion as the raven flew down to uncork the bottles for him. She had to get herself one of those, too.

Pesto looked at her pile of lavender - which she had no means to carry anyways - and walked closer. She grabbed a few of the bits of her herb and as Alarr pulled away from his bottle she put a bit of her own inside too. She wanted to help, and mom wouldn't notice if she gave some away.

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"You."

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