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"Oh, that is juniper!" Asar-Suti exclaims. "Did you find that in the woods - I was sure we didn't have any yet. Gil and Gorlim talked about it the other day, and we planted some near the new waterfall. No, you don't want the branches, just the berries, and if there aren't any yet, just leave it."

[OOC: *lol* Should have been rosmarin or thyme, btw- he would be covered in blood if he had collected everything you're assuming ;-)]

"No, it was in the garden, too. Right at the back, under the white trees." Gaspode's smile has faded. "Err... Would you go back there with me and show me what is really needed? I think that would be a good thing." He's smiling again, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes and looks pleading.

[[OOC: Sorry, I tried to make sense of 'coniferous and woody' and ended up with juniper, for potential kitchen use. If at loss, for a word, try asking that site (http://dict.tu-chemnitz.de), it's utterly brilliant.]]

"Gil should really have told you what he wants; he knows much better than I do," Asar-Suti says.

What with the mood Gil has been in lately, there will certainly be something wrog if Asar-Suti briskly assumes what the kitchen needs.

"But I suppose I can show you around, outside, so you know which herb is where," he adds.

[OOC: I'd never gotten this far without this site- and Leo (http://dict.leo.org/?lang=de&lp=ende) but describing was more fun, wasn't it?]

You don't have to have the sight to catch a sad undertone. Gaspode realizes suddenly how far excitement had carried him away. He has not even realized the other doesn't look to happy.

"I thought... you knew each other well?"

"we do, we do - never mind," Asar-Suti says hastily.

He doesn't want to bother Gaspode with all that.

He gets up. "Let's go outside and look at the herbs, shall we?"

Gaspode is a little disappointed that he could not touch on the subject that's his favourite one at the moment, but not too much so, as learning about herbs is quite exciting either.

"Yes, that would be great."

It is not as easy to soothe anyone if you're not sweet and cuddly, anyway. Not that Gaspode has been exceedingly sweet and cuddly as a dog. Anyway.

No, trying the sweet-and-cuddly on Asar-Suti in his present shape might not be a good idea for Gaspode, all in all.

On the contrary...

Asar-Suti leads the way outside. "Over there, around the kitchen door, is the herb garden - nice and accessible," he starts to explain.

"Yes, I've been there. But there are so many herbs and as I have been eating only bacon sandwiches since I'm here, I can't make any sense of most of them. -And that's probably not yet a garden? He points to the unploughed patches where he has gotten the nettles and brambles. They looked too untidy right away, compared to the rest...

Asar-Suti laughs out loud.

"No, those aren't part of the garden. If Vaii the boar ever does damage in the garden again, I'm going to make Teirnan and Vaii dig up that part, too, but until then, that is just natural meadow and undergrowth."

Gaspode remains serious, he's too ashamed to laugh. "Alright. I won't go collecting anything there anymore. But look, over there, that's the thorny scrub we've been talking about. He points at something scrubby and small, that looks as if it wanted to hide behind the rampant brambles.

Asar-Suti wades through the brambles to looks, swears, and walks on.

"Yep - that's juniper. So we have some after all. I must tell Gil," he says. "Under the birches - great!"

Gaspode looks a little happier again. At least, his mistakes were good for something. He's determined to put the little he knows about plants to good use: "We will have to cut back the brambles a little, so that it gets more air and light." He comes closer. "No berries."

"Unless juniper buches like the shade; I honestly have no idea," Asar-Suti says. "Before we cut anything, I suppose I'll look them up in my gardening books."

If in doubt, turn to books. At least if you're this particular god of magic.

"You're right. But don't forget the trees. It's already quite shady as it is, even witout being overgrown." He truns around to look at the herbs again. "What is this one?" He's pointing at a pale green plant with furry elongated leaves and a whole lot of little clusters of violet blossoms. In fact, you see more violet than green. Bees are buzzing around it and the fragrance is overwhelming.

"That's lavender," Asar-Suti smiles. "People like it for its smell, and it's good in herbal teas as well, if you only use a little."

"It is strong stuff, I can smell that even with this nose of mine. What else should I know?"

"Beyond that trellis of roses, everything is flowers. Back there, behind the lavender, we have vegetables. Don't take any of their leaves, they're mos likely poisonous; at least those from those little bushes. They're tomatoes; and the small bushes with the mauve-ish flowers are potatos; not because those would be enough to feed people, kust for the heck of it, and for completeness's sake," Asar-Suti explains.

Gaspode soaks up the information, carefully memorizing everything. He would be taking notes and drawing a map if he had pen and paper available.

[OOC: But as alert as the pup may be, as tired is the mun. Have to go to bed. CU]

And Asar-Suti goes on talking, happily lecturing away.

[[OOC: Good night! Ciao, and see you.]]