She's busy Grinding up some herbs to throw into a Small black cauldron thats perched on a black metal stand on the counter on the far side of the room. The room is lit up by the large window and the Glowing Jars of unknown mushrooms and other things.
She doesn't notice someone enter and the almost silent footsteps as whoever it was crept closer until...
"How's it going, Pal?"
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That's a Crazy Idea.
It doesn't make sense.
"You'll do it?"