I spread a purplish marmalade over my toast. Do you know the difference between a jam, a jelly, and a marmalade?
Ah, I see. Well, your loss if you don't even care.
In any case, I had been hoping it was grape in flavor…
Okay, THAT was uncalled for. Did you honestly expect me to discuss something over breakfast without caring about the actual food?
Fine. Whatever is eating at you, it isn't me. Go ahead, tell me.
Oh, I can't actually help you. Witness the tower. Do you think I can even help myself? I just thought…
Of course, we can get to the discussion I had with Etienne.
"I see you have AN eye back." he said, smothering a garlic bud with cheese.
"It's … sort of working. My right eye, nasal passages, and heat pits… still need two days."
"You don't have that many days left." he said.
I've realized a hole in my notes. I the author have no certain idea of where the scribe got a death draught from. I know why he took it, and how he could afford it, and even know what level alchemists need to be to brew it. But nothing on WHERE he bought it.
Also, I hope I wasn't too blatant this chapter, and am pretty sure that while I'm foreshadowing that I didn't use any actual spoilers.
As always, thank you for your readership; it's going to be a rough few weeks, but I'll try not to miss too many chapters. That said, I'm following your advice, and not FORCING myself to write. But I really want to.