It was a relief to hear that Nevin was able to make the not-remedy. Fenn sighed and wilted gladly against the counter. A thumbs-up was flashed the alchemist’s way.

But, that he would have to come back here again in a few days? It wasn’t something he had expected; honestly, the puck had imagined Nevin would be able to just whip something up on the spot all magic-like. Nevin not doing that meant the boy was going to have to hang around town a while longer than he planned. He’d adapt though. His eyes squinched half shut as he tapped his chin and made mental calculations. There were probably enough unguarded wallets to go around to pay for any food he might need — both ones already in his bag, and ones as of yet to be illicitly obtained.

Experience taught him that it was not wise to directly steal food unless he wanted an adventurous run-in with the authorities.

As for the apprentice...

Fenn was burning up a little inside at being not told more about their unusual nature. A disbelieving stare was shot their way, followed by an irked puff of his cheeks. Knowledge being dangled out of his grasp? That was always very much of interest to the nosy little fae.

WANT KNOW MORE. MORE KNOWING IS GOOD. INFORMATION EXCHANGENESS. ANSWER QUESTION SO YOU KNOW MORE; AM SLEEP OUTSIDE, he wrote with dismissive cheer. WHO NEEDS RESIDENCE? NONE. HAVE DAUGI. VERY SOFT, GOOD FRIEND, SCARES AWAY MEAN CREATURES. Fenn had slept in beds before. In the time he had been under the care of a group of thieves, and whenever he visited John, he made use of them. Even so, he didn’t see why they would be a necessity. Grass worked just fine if you had a bag for a pillow and a cloak for a blanket.