chef de cuisine

"Oki..." she whined, her tail lashing impatiently. "That's the whole point! I need to find out what they taste like. And if they're safe. What if they're not?! They've started growing everywhere." That was true enough. What if they were dangerous and constantly releasing spores? Again, the water had been safe - or it was so far. By association, the mushrooms had to be fine as well. They had patently not discussed the elk-ghost-demon creature they had taken down together, and Fable was just fine with that. She still had nightmares. But they'd made a good team, hadn't they? "I brought some herbs to make me throw up if I start having any adverse reactions," she gestured towards one of her earthenware bowls. It was filled with dried lobelia and licorice root she'd plundered from Abaven's stores. Her studies into cooking and preparing meats and vegetables had not often led to perfect results. Fable had a rough working knowledge of what herbs helped evacuate and also soothe the stomach; she was nothing if not prepared. "I thought of everything! I think."