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"No problem!" Narrowleaf said. "Oh yeah, thanks for the cake."
"And this is a gift. Take it, please." Narrowleaf responded.
"No... It's alright. You gave me that cake for free, you can have this for free." Narrowleaf said, smiling.
"What? Did I say something?" He asked.
"You don't need to pay. It's alright." He responded.
"Look, Bolt, it was an accident. I have no control. She can decide on her own!" Narrowleaf cried out.
Okay. You're in.
"Perfume, flowers, seeds... All sorts of stuff like that. I create it all using magic." He filled a small bottle, put a top on it, and put it on...
Oh yeah. Should be able to get that before February is over.
"It's a herbal perfume." He grabbed a box full of small glass containers.
Yay. I'm on 551 now. Well, 552.
"Sometimes. It's... done." He removed the lid and the smell of perfume filled the air. "Would you like some?"
Hmm... Interesting. Might check it out.
"N-no. Just need to wait for it to not... explode." He was putting as much weight as possible on the lid.
Nope. I think I heard of it, though.
He waved back, then got back to work. The pot behind him began to boil, so Narrowleaf slammed on the lid in panic.
Narrowleaf worked on his perfume, carefully adding herbs and flowers. "Just one... careful..." He said to himself each time he put something in.
Narrowleaf trotted back, using his magic to levitate the cake. "Rosie, brought you some cake!" He called to his pet flytrap. "Here. Half for you,...
Alright. You can post or whatever. I don't really care.
"Thanks! You should come over some time! I don't get much business." Narrowleaf took the cake and walked outside.
