She chuckles. ”Honestly I only learned how to use it recently. My mother was always the better mage.” Had been, anyway. Still was, in many ways, except that Weaver was still alive and Straia was dead, which left Weaver with the opportunity to grow stronger. ”Though we still get some looks sometimes, it is rather useful there. We don’t have a lot of resources, so it’s hard to dislike whatever we do have.” She doesn’t have many other tricks up her sleeve to demonstrate anyway, so he’s not missing out by not asking the question. Healing of basic cuts, the ability to flutter some paper. Nothing fancy. The fire is the best one.
Weaver cracks a grin at that. ”Yea, that’s a good way to ruin a batch. I try not to be impatient.” Though she is impatient in many things, she will wait for good alcohol. That was half the trick to good booze. Time. A whole lot of time. ”The local tavern a few streets away was all we had for a while, and the booze tastes like piss. So I can understand just being glad it has alcohol in it. Though I am pleased to have a proper bar here finally.”
He asks how she learned it, and she picks up the recipe book in answer. ”I had a friend who’s brother new how to brew. He’s got so many notes in this little book. That and I took the time to pick up a few other books. Though really there’s also just been some trial and error. I won’t pretend I haven’t ruined a batch. I just mix that in when people are really drunk and they don’t notice.” She winks, as if suggesting she’s let him in on a secret, which in a way, she has. Little trick of the trade.
Weaver cracks a grin at that. ”Yea, that’s a good way to ruin a batch. I try not to be impatient.” Though she is impatient in many things, she will wait for good alcohol. That was half the trick to good booze. Time. A whole lot of time. ”The local tavern a few streets away was all we had for a while, and the booze tastes like piss. So I can understand just being glad it has alcohol in it. Though I am pleased to have a proper bar here finally.”
He asks how she learned it, and she picks up the recipe book in answer. ”I had a friend who’s brother new how to brew. He’s got so many notes in this little book. That and I took the time to pick up a few other books. Though really there’s also just been some trial and error. I won’t pretend I haven’t ruined a batch. I just mix that in when people are really drunk and they don’t notice.” She winks, as if suggesting she’s let him in on a secret, which in a way, she has. Little trick of the trade.
weaver
-- kiss you like a whiskey fire --
