Mad Hatter’s Tea Party

Wari looked at the shell before her and then back up at her mum, careful not to touch anything unless she was told to do so. From what she could tell the contents of each were different, and it was all the cub could do to hope that she'd picked the right one, but it was hard to tell without knowing the game.

When prompted, the youth shifted forward, craning her neck to further inspect the herbs. The first thing she noticed was the scent.  It had a sharp and slightly bitter note that made her head retract before coming back for a second sniff. It was familiar in that her mother kept it around, but what was it? A quick taste was enough to jog her memory, the name jumping to the tip of her tongue.. "Gin.. Uh.. Gin.." She looked to her mother again, the girl's confidence dwindling as the name left her consciousness. "I don't 'member."