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WHO: anyone
WHERE: Daffodil's front lawn
WHEN: Day 32, mid-morningish

[ at some point mid-morning, a pasturewide cubecall goes out: ]

I'm holding lessons in Daffodil's pasture. Come if you want to, don't if you don't.

[ yeah, that's it. that's the whole thing. BUT if you do show up, the apothecary cat has set up several stations outside of her little workshop/cathouse: a makeshift firepit with a wooden drying rack, several large pots of varying sizes, and is currently in the process of chopping up a pygmidillo. and I do mean chopping. we are cleaving through bone here.

* For those who would notice, the ribbons in her hair are now Daffodil-yellow, but her collar is still black. ]

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You can finish up with this pygmidillo, then. I'll get the fire started so we can dry the meat.

Yes'm...!

[going to take over butchering, unbothered by the ick of that chore]

[ she appreciates you, Biscuit

while he's doing that, she's going to get a smokey fire going, dragging the drying rack over. ]

We'll be smoking the larger pieces, so don't worry about the more delicate knifework yet.

It gets delicate?

Lyra brought over some fish. With that, you want them in much thinner pieces.

Fish jerky.

It will keep for months, as long as it's stored in a dry place.

Basement?

Basement.

Basement loaded with goodies....

I only need the space for my bedding, since everything I'm working on is up here. There is plenty of room to fill.

Ya do got loads of space...

And I don't need it. I'd rather it be put to better use.

[ she doesn't want to do too many mad science experiments in there in difference to sensitive noses ]