06.Apr.21, 03:37 AM
Oooh, poison-making was fun! Ulliendis settled in, leaning his elbows against the table, and resting his chin on his palms. This would be an interesting lesson! The Hall needed more interesting lessons. Maybe he'd still be there if they did. No, that wasn't true. He liked most of his classes and learned a lot but the thrill was gone by the time he was asked to start journeying. Which was also odd. For the longest time he hated being in one place and yearned for the life of travel. Then once he had the chance, he didn't want to be uprooted. It was kind of nice settling into the Weyr. Then again, he'd only been there a few months so maybe the wanderlust would kick in again.
"Why are you mixing it with vanilla? Just as a scent masker? Or to help cover the taste?" He knew vanilla could be used for both given its potency but would that work in a recipe? Vanilla wasn't often used in large amounts for most recipes, as far as he knew.
"Wouldn't it make more sense to mix it with cinnamon and nutmeg? They're the ingredients that were easily recognised, right? And are you going to actually make muffins to properly figure it out?" That only seemed like the right thing to do given the muffins had given off no odd smell or taste.
"Will you taste test them as well? I bet you're immune to all sorts of poisons if you play with them a lot. That is a real thing, right? Dosing yourself to help lower the chance of dying sort of thing?" He knew that was true and had started taking small doses of the most common poison Lords would likely use since he was sixteen and the Hall decided he would be a good addition to their spy branch. But Rhamnus didn't need to know how much he knew.
"Why are you mixing it with vanilla? Just as a scent masker? Or to help cover the taste?" He knew vanilla could be used for both given its potency but would that work in a recipe? Vanilla wasn't often used in large amounts for most recipes, as far as he knew.
"Wouldn't it make more sense to mix it with cinnamon and nutmeg? They're the ingredients that were easily recognised, right? And are you going to actually make muffins to properly figure it out?" That only seemed like the right thing to do given the muffins had given off no odd smell or taste.
"Will you taste test them as well? I bet you're immune to all sorts of poisons if you play with them a lot. That is a real thing, right? Dosing yourself to help lower the chance of dying sort of thing?" He knew that was true and had started taking small doses of the most common poison Lords would likely use since he was sixteen and the Hall decided he would be a good addition to their spy branch. But Rhamnus didn't need to know how much he knew.