The cucumbers and tomatoes were sliced, at least, by the time Alys was ready to trade. Tal grinned at her question and pulled open a drawer with neatly-stored knives. "Here, take your pick," he offered cheerfully, sheathing his Dagger - conveniently still clean, since the blade itself had never touched the veggies - and heading back to the stove while Alys assembled the salads.
The potatoes were looking good and fluffy, and after a little taste of his own to check the flavor balance he nodded in approval and began scooping and stirring the mixture into the liquid so that it thickened - or the potatoes thinned, depending on your preference.
He looked over his shoulder at her glum tone when speaking about her magic, feeling a strong pang of commiseration for his friend. He knew how frustrating it was to feel like he was being left behind by others, and he was relieved when his suggestion was met with enthusiasm. The little mouse actually made him jump since he wasn't wearing his Goggles, and surprised a bark of laughter from the courier. "Hey! You're gettin' plenty better! Maybe y'just can't see it 'cause you're lookin' at it every day, so all th'little progress kinda blends together." He gave the pot a final stir and then set a lid over it. "The rate we're goin' we should have plenty of leftovers," he noted with satisfaction.
The potatoes were looking good and fluffy, and after a little taste of his own to check the flavor balance he nodded in approval and began scooping and stirring the mixture into the liquid so that it thickened - or the potatoes thinned, depending on your preference.
He looked over his shoulder at her glum tone when speaking about her magic, feeling a strong pang of commiseration for his friend. He knew how frustrating it was to feel like he was being left behind by others, and he was relieved when his suggestion was met with enthusiasm. The little mouse actually made him jump since he wasn't wearing his Goggles, and surprised a bark of laughter from the courier. "Hey! You're gettin' plenty better! Maybe y'just can't see it 'cause you're lookin' at it every day, so all th'little progress kinda blends together." He gave the pot a final stir and then set a lid over it. "The rate we're goin' we should have plenty of leftovers," he noted with satisfaction.
