She goes into the kitchen. There are noises. And then she arrives with a bowl of a thick, pale soup, which she places in front of the girl.
“This shouldn’t be too hard to eat. My master was a believer in the idea that food and rest were, if not a cure for all ills, at least made them easier to deal with. After that, maybe somewhere else. I think the garden is nice, myself.”
The soup is a potato soup, mostly smooth but with some chunks of potato, and fragments of meat throughout as well. It’s just a little salty. (Frog meat is sometimes hard to work with, but you do what you can.)
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She goes into the kitchen. There are noises. And then she arrives with a bowl of a thick, pale soup, which she places in front of the girl.
“This shouldn’t be too hard to eat. My master was a believer in the idea that food and rest were, if not a cure for all ills, at least made them easier to deal with. After that, maybe somewhere else. I think the garden is nice, myself.”
The soup is a potato soup, mostly smooth but with some chunks of potato, and fragments of meat throughout as well. It’s just a little salty. (Frog meat is sometimes hard to work with, but you do what you can.)