Tis firm! ‘Tis firm as stone!

"If you wanted to feel me up you could have just asked." To this Hazel hummed noncommittally before retorting, "And waste this perfectly good blind pass? I think not." His wink comment made her chuckle. At least he was learning. If he'd just announce all of his gestures they'd get along like a house on fire. "Would you really want someone other than yourself telling me what your face is doing? What if," she feigned horror, "They don't do you justice? I might be left thinking you're less dramatic than you are."

Hazel stood still for second after Artisan asked if "that is one over there" to let him think about what he'd just asked a blind woman. Then for good measure she parroted him slowly. "Is that one...over there." Another beat of silence. "Let me just feel around blindly for 'there' okay, I'm sure I'll get it eventually." She was just messing with him and after another moment of silence her smirk gave that away.

She made a point of feeling down his side in search of the direction he was pointed. Surely whichever direction that was had the mushroom in it. "They grow in clusters so where there's one there's more." Finally her nose picked up its scent and she zeroed in on it. "Yep, that's it." She would recognize that scent anywhere. "We'll leave one for the forest and split the rest among ourselves. The number of spots has nothing to do with the high you want so just give me all the many spotted odd numbered ones."