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He’d given Edy a list of spices to try and coax, cajole – or possibly outright steal – from her alchemist coworker. If and how she got them was not, Jigano decided, his concern. She was adult enough to make her own choices and deal with her own consequences. He just had to hope those consequences didn’t spill over onto him, he acknowledged with a wry grin as he minced the roasted pumpkin meat as fine as he could get it on the borrowed cutting board and then began the messy process of cutting and rocking the blade to make a paste-like puree. He was studiously at a table and not behind the bar, lest one of the official bartenders wander in and find him where he wasn’t supposed to be. He was gathering more than his share of odd looks from the handful of other patrons as he worked his way through the peeled and washed pumpkin flesh and, he had to admit, he wasn’t doing the best job of rendering it down to something that could be infused into a drink, but luckily the plan he was concocting didn’t require that much – at least, for the testing phase.
If they found something they liked, however, there might yet be a bounty on pumpkins before the day was through!
He glanced towards the kitchen and hummed thoughtfully, then sighed and went back to his task, not quite daring to brave trespass into that domain without Edy to back him up and give him a smidgen of official blessing to be there. He did not want to get kicked out of the only bar in town due to a misunderstanding and a little impatience!
He’d given Edy a list of spices to try and coax, cajole – or possibly outright steal – from her alchemist coworker. If and how she got them was not, Jigano decided, his concern. She was adult enough to make her own choices and deal with her own consequences. He just had to hope those consequences didn’t spill over onto him, he acknowledged with a wry grin as he minced the roasted pumpkin meat as fine as he could get it on the borrowed cutting board and then began the messy process of cutting and rocking the blade to make a paste-like puree. He was studiously at a table and not behind the bar, lest one of the official bartenders wander in and find him where he wasn’t supposed to be. He was gathering more than his share of odd looks from the handful of other patrons as he worked his way through the peeled and washed pumpkin flesh and, he had to admit, he wasn’t doing the best job of rendering it down to something that could be infused into a drink, but luckily the plan he was concocting didn’t require that much – at least, for the testing phase.
If they found something they liked, however, there might yet be a bounty on pumpkins before the day was through!
He glanced towards the kitchen and hummed thoughtfully, then sighed and went back to his task, not quite daring to brave trespass into that domain without Edy to back him up and give him a smidgen of official blessing to be there. He did not want to get kicked out of the only bar in town due to a misunderstanding and a little impatience!
