"They'd. Past tense. Here and now, I'd help you out... Or offer a little invective on your behalf, since that's something I have done for people in the past. And about those people..." Sam shifted her weight from side to side, considering Elsa's words as she tried to decide where to begin. "Well."
The broad strokes seemed best.
"The ones I really know, we call kitchen-witches, the whole family. The things they cook up have... qualities way, way beyond what could be explained by the ingredients, which are all normal things---stuff from any grocery shelf. Only they can mix up a hot toddy which will clear a cold overnight, none of them are ever sick themselves, the plasters they out together---for burns, infections, anything---work wonders, and they don't age as quickly as everybody else. What they do, they've been doing for generations; Felix, the youngest, is my good friend." It was what it was; not a bad beginning. The adept offered a small smile; the absence of 'others' hit close to home. "He and his sisters were taught by their mother and grandmother; his mother was taught by her mother and grandmother. I'm self-taught, though."
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The broad strokes seemed best.
"The ones I really know, we call kitchen-witches, the whole family. The things they cook up have... qualities way, way beyond what could be explained by the ingredients, which are all normal things---stuff from any grocery shelf. Only they can mix up a hot toddy which will clear a cold overnight, none of them are ever sick themselves, the plasters they out together---for burns, infections, anything---work wonders, and they don't age as quickly as everybody else. What they do, they've been doing for generations; Felix, the youngest, is my good friend." It was what it was; not a bad beginning. The adept offered a small smile; the absence of 'others' hit close to home. "He and his sisters were taught by their mother and grandmother; his mother was taught by her mother and grandmother. I'm self-taught, though."