Curtains, Plants, Tiny Pots

"Sure!" Gossamer followed after the younger pup, beckoning her fox companion to follow along. They could put their fire out after finishing up the tea. Dagrún's fire had already burned down to a degree that it would be a bit easier to use. Gossamer looked to her companion and gestured to her work thus far.

Ásta peered over at the pair as she grabbed a couple lids for the ceramic bowls. "Gossamer, the fire is ready. Go ahead and put about an ounce of dried chamomile in each bowl." The pup nodded then bounded back over to the bowls. She carefully broke the dried chamomile into small enough pieces that it would fit into the bowl. Once that was done she carefully mashed the dried chamomile into even smaller pieces. "So, what's pine pitch for? Is it some sort of healing thing?" She didn't think the other girl liked healing things.