Just Spinning Around
Haze giggles as she reaches for a napkin to wipe the dribbled vinegar from the Pickled Purses off her chin. Flora watches her, and smiles.
Her fondness for Wildflower Salad as a relic of Heblin had been no obstacle in the recipe's handing-off those short weeks ago, and she's thrilled now to see the instructions coming to such good use, a swift favorite of such a sweet, ethereal peer.
Whether Haze has agreed to pickled Gormotti prizes instead out of a gesture of obligingness or genuine enthusiasm is anyone's guess, but Flora knows it's the company they both enjoy best.