Razyl sat on the wooden stump, the sun was high up, in the cloudless sky. the sound of the birds chirping was the only sound to be heard.

"I bet they're having fun..." Razyl sighed to himself.

Razyl spotted a cloaked figure making its way down the dirt road, and towards him.

Razyl waved at the figure, "Hey there!" he called out.

The figure just kept walking, and eventually fell to its knees, and landed on the ground.

Razyl jumped off his make-shift seat and rushed over to the cloaked figure, turning it to its back he removed the hood revealing that it was a girl, specifically, what looked like a woman in her early twenties or late teens, she had greenish-brown hair, and soft features, her eyes were closed, Razyl snapped out of his state of enchantment quickly as he carried her over to the camp.

The girl opened her eyes, seeing Razyl sturring something in a pot over a campfire, she sat up and reached under her cloak, pulling out a sack of what appeared to be coins, she pulled out two, shining, golden coins and extended her hand towards Razyl, "Could I... buy some?" the girl asked.

Razyl laughed awkwardly and pushed her hand away, it's alright really, you can just have some.

The girl's face lit up as she sat with a look of childlike joy at the taught of eating whatever she just smelled, but what was it?

The smell was like a mix of something sweet, fruity maybe some sort of dough?

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"I hope you don't mind me asking, but what were you doing here?" Razyl asked.

The girl looked up and rubbed her chin trying to recally why she walked out into the middle of nowhere, "No reason really, I was bored so I walked out." the girl replied.

Razyl just sat and stared at her blankly, he was confused as to how a person managed to be this much of an airhead.

"Oh yeah, what's your name?" the girl asked.

"Oh- eh, My name is Razyl," Razyl said nervously, he turned back to the food, picking it up and taking it off the fire.

Razyl poured the mixture out of the pot directly into a wooden bowl and handed it to the girl.

"And what's your name?" Razyl asked.

At this point, the girl's mouth was already stuffed, the girl swallowed the food, wiped some off her mouth and replied, "My name is Heenia."

Razyl poured himself some of the food as well, "So, how do you like it?" Razyl asked, pointing at the empty bowl in Heenia's hand.

"It's delicious, but what is it?" Heenia replied.

Razyl chucked, "Ah, well that's a secret, I have to do what I can to make the little food we have eatable!" Razyl replied.

"Aww, come on, you can tell me!" Heenia insisted.

"Alright, alright, I'm a porridge, I mixed oats, water and fruits along with a bit of ginger root," Razyl said, with a smile.

"I see, did you ever consider adding some salt to the mix?" Heenia suggested.

"Salt you say, I guess I never considered that, since it's a sweet dish," Razyl admitted, Heenia pulled out a small paper bag of small white crystals, presumably salt, and handed it to Razyl, who opened the package and sprinkled in some of the salt, before sturring the entire mixture.

The two tried the modified mixture and both agreed it was better,

the two spent hours discussing and trying out all types of spices, recipes and cooking techniques.

Their cooking was interrupted by the group, was making their way back, Mi and Kaber carried Gyll, along with a small glass bottle.

"Mi?" Heenia called out excitedly.