I turn my attention to the task given to me. I step over knobbly roots protruding from the uneven ground. The vegetable is protected by prickling briars. I reach out for the thick lock of leafy hair that spurts from the tip of its head. I grip and pull, yanking out the bulbous vegetable before I pack it in the satchel. Then I fit in another.
Vince calls for me with moon mushrooms cradled in his arms and a small collection of vegetables that I do not recognise. I open the bag for him and he pours it all inside.
"Now..." he canvases the woods with a pondering look. "I need something saccharine to give my creation a sweet finish. Or something like a nescofruit to give it a delicious nutty zest."
We venture onwards. Vince's eyes are peeled open for any delectable discoveries to add to his creation.
"Vince."
"Hera."
"First off, we both know I'm not a Hera," I correct. "Secondly, where did a highborn Herem learn how to… cook?"
