Lyssia & Kompotik
Lyssia
Hey Kompotik, I've heard whispers about a forgotten spice jar buried in the ruins of the old market that supposedly turns ordinary stew into a memory‑blooming feast—wanna help me dig it up?
Kompotik
Sure, I'd love to dig up that jar—though only if we can do it the old way, with a wooden spoon, no GPS. Just remember my phone never shows up when I need it, so I'll bring a paper map. If we find it, maybe toss in a splash of rosehip‑quince for that memory‑blooming kick. And please, no electric kettles in the kitchen, they spoil the magic.
Lyssia
Sounds like a perfect adventure—wooden spoon in one hand, paper map in the other, rosehip‑quince ready to sprinkle. And no electric kettles, you got it, pure magic only. Let's hit the ruins!
Kompotik
Absolutely, let’s head out—spoon in one hand, paper map in the other, rosehip‑quince in the basket. I’ll bring the old recipe cards and a mason jar of my mulled apple syrup, just in case the ruins get chilly. And you can count on me to remember to avoid any electric kettles—old magic only. See you at the gates!
Lyssia
Perfect, I’ve packed a flashlight, a rope, and my trusty compass. I’ll bring a small lantern and a few extra rope knots just in case we hit a trap. I’m ready to dig for that jar—let’s not waste a second! See you at the gates.
Kompotik
Sounds like a solid plan—just remember, I’ll bring my old oil lamp instead of that flashlight, and I’ve got a spare mason jar of mulled apple syrup for the road. Keep the compass handy, and don’t forget the rope knots, because I never trust a new tool—especially a metal one. Let’s find that jar and make the stew bloom. See you at the gates!
Lyssia
Alright, the gates are almost here—oil lamp burning, rope knots snug, compass set—time to dig up that memory‑bloom jar. I can’t wait to taste the magic! See you soon.