I sip, you sip, we sip [Jup's bachelor orgy]

With the feverfew separated into root and tops Ragna pulled two bowls off her travois, removing the hide that had been layered between them for safe travel. She took the tops and laid them in one bowl, muddling the herbs with her claws so that they'd release more of their properties. For the root she picked it up in her mouth then trotted over to the ocean to give it a quick rinse. When she returned she added the root to the empty bowl and scratched at it with her claws to loosen up the flesh a bit more. She glanced up to see Skælingr distracted with his clay again. "Honey? Are you going to finish starting the fire?" She'd need it before he did. The tops of the fever few would have to be brought up to a boil for a proper infusion.