Sinking Seeds

Jiro is not a stranger to work. Since they were young, his father had instilled in them that if you worked hard every day, you would be gifted good things in the future. Not necessarily karma, but something similar. Basically, a philosophical way of saying don't be lazy, it is not the Hattori way. He is often reminded of these teachings throughout his days as he travels and experience the world. Not that he wants to be like his father, the man is far too disgruntled for his taste, but at least he tried to teach them right from wrong and all the things it meant to being good.

He's lost in thought, grinding the leaves into a smooth paste when Ellara's voice pulls him to reality. Looking up, feeling a strain in his neck, he stretches it quickly as she speaks. As his eyes move to the stone basin she reveals from beneath a fine layer of dirt, he nods in agreement. Checking on his smashed leaf paste, it should be good enough to place into the basin. Once Ellara has added her nettle paste, Jiro gently scoops his paste and adds it to the basin as well so that she can mix it together.