IN WHICH FENN BUGS a POTION MAKER

[FennWenn]

Youngling. Pfffft.

HELLO NEVIN. YES AM FROST FAE, the boy confirmed with a bewildered nod. Obviously, Nevin was well-read. “Clemonts” struck a sour note with Fenn though. He didn’t like to think about what he found in her mansion -- nothing good, that was what. Except, a little more information about his kindred folk. GOOD EYE. MOST THINK AM ELF. BUT ELFS NOT MAKE ICE. DUMB PEOPLE, BAD CONCLUSION.

Gladly, the jug of bath-medicine was scooped into Fenn’s bag, with a bit of care taken to make sure that it didn't go splat-crack against the bottom of the bag's barrel-sized insides. So, uh. Was he still paying a load of money for this medicine, orrr..?

As Nevin hunched over his notebook, Fenn thought about it. Eh. Price for the paste-bath combo probably going to be recalculated anyway, if Sir Potionpants Nevin was switching out the ingredients. That'd come up later. Good thing he was going to get a version that didn’t turn to poison when frozen. It was very nice to be not-poisoned. Though, in all likelihood, Fenn was probably going to have to be here for a little while, waiting for the new bite medicine to be concocted. Boo, waiting. Who had time for that? There were always things to be explored and done! Maybe he’d explore the shop a little while as he waited.

Shrugging, the boy slyly snuck a few extra honey-candies while Nevin was distracted and stuffed them into his mouth. What was better than sucking on one honey-sweet candy? Sucking on six ALL AT ONCE! When Nevin next turned away, there was a good chance that half the jar would be poured into the tiny fae’s cheeks. These were really good.

Fenn added a little to his countertop conversation, tapping the wood to get the potion maker’s attention. HEARD YOU HAVE NEKOJIN KID. CAN PLAY WITH HER WHILE YOU WORK ON PASTE? ALSO, SURE THAT CANDIES DO THE THING? MOUTH NOT FEEL WEIRD.

For some reason, the boy was starting to feel a little… woozy. Not bad, not nauseous, but a little like he had been spinning in circles for waaay too long at a time. Was it just him, or did the world have more colors than before? Fenn blinked and stared hard at the potions in the window display. They wavered, as if underwater. Daugi was still standing sullen outside. She seemed fuzzy and slightly indistinct. Wait. Wasn't she always fuzzy? Fuzzy. Furry. The words bounced around in his head a moment. She was both, he supposed? Fuzzy and furry, big and black, floofy friend. Something wasn't quite working right here, but damn if Fenn knew what was off.

Certainly, it wasn’t the candy; the candy was too delicious to possibly be of any negative effect on him. No, it was probably something to do with his bitty bug bites. Yes, Fenn decided, glancing back down at his writing, slightly cross-eyed. It was the flea bites. It was all the little bugs' fault.

Fuck the little bugs.