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tamingthemuseTitle: Emulsion
Fandom: Original
Prompt 479 Emulsion
Rating: PG
Word Count: 542
“Hand me the seaweed oil.”
Joanna frowned but gave me the plastic bottle full of greenish liquid.
“What are you going to do with this?”, she said, hovering above the kitchen stove. I glanced at her until she took a step back. I hate it when people look over my shoulder when I’m mixing things.
“What do you think?”, I replied smugly, opening the bottle and pouring a good swig in the pot. It formed a puddle at the surface of the infused water already warming up inside, and I took a wooden spoon to mix it better.
“You’re a barbarian. Why use a scalpel when you can operate with a chainsaw, right?”
I didn’t need to turn to her to picture the look of annoyance on her face. My potion-making had always had that effect on her. My lack of refinement in the magical arts never ceased to shock her. I screwed the cap back on the bottle and handed it back to her, careful not present her with the side where the liquid had leaked a bit. It would only serve to gross her out and add to the list of complaints she had to formulate about my way of making magic.
Like she hadn’t enough of them.
She put the bottle back on the shelf where a dozen of various former water bottles were lined up, each filled with a different kind of liquid. I hoped she wouldn’t notice that the clover infusion was past its good days by a few weeks, but I doubted she would miss it. She never did, not when it came to magic.
“Do you want me to throw the clover infusion away, while I’m at it?”
That was gentler than I was expecting.
“No”, I replied, “Or I will never remember to make some fresh before I need it.”
“You know”, she continued, “you could keep your products longer if you didn’t insist on storing them in such inappropriate containers.”
“Not everyone share your love for old expensive glass vials, you know”, I replied, still mixing ingredients in my pot. “Those plastic bottles are a lot more practical, and they don’t break when they fall.”
“They wouldn’t fall if you stored them in a safe place.”
I gestured around, showing my tiny apartment. “Where do you want me to install a safe place for potion making, exactly?”
Joanna sighed. “True, your living accommodations aren’t that big.”
“We can’t all have a villa in Tuscany”, I added, my voice coming out more disapproving than I had wanted it to.
“You could have, though”, Joanna replied, turning back toward me, her face defiant.
I sighed. “Look, we’ve already had that conversation before, and nothing good came out of it. Let’s focus on our priorities.” I gestured toward the pot, simmering over my electrical stove. “What does the book says after the potion begins to simmer?”
Joanna looked at me for a second, apparently debating over whether dropping the subject or not, then settled for the former and grabbed her smartphone on the counter. She flipped through the pages with her finger until she came upon the right one. “After five minutes, you’re supposed to add the oregano. You have that somewhere in your kitchen, right?”
Fandom: Original
Prompt 479 Emulsion
Rating: PG
Word Count: 542
“Hand me the seaweed oil.”
Joanna frowned but gave me the plastic bottle full of greenish liquid.
“What are you going to do with this?”, she said, hovering above the kitchen stove. I glanced at her until she took a step back. I hate it when people look over my shoulder when I’m mixing things.
“What do you think?”, I replied smugly, opening the bottle and pouring a good swig in the pot. It formed a puddle at the surface of the infused water already warming up inside, and I took a wooden spoon to mix it better.
“You’re a barbarian. Why use a scalpel when you can operate with a chainsaw, right?”
I didn’t need to turn to her to picture the look of annoyance on her face. My potion-making had always had that effect on her. My lack of refinement in the magical arts never ceased to shock her. I screwed the cap back on the bottle and handed it back to her, careful not present her with the side where the liquid had leaked a bit. It would only serve to gross her out and add to the list of complaints she had to formulate about my way of making magic.
Like she hadn’t enough of them.
She put the bottle back on the shelf where a dozen of various former water bottles were lined up, each filled with a different kind of liquid. I hoped she wouldn’t notice that the clover infusion was past its good days by a few weeks, but I doubted she would miss it. She never did, not when it came to magic.
“Do you want me to throw the clover infusion away, while I’m at it?”
That was gentler than I was expecting.
“No”, I replied, “Or I will never remember to make some fresh before I need it.”
“You know”, she continued, “you could keep your products longer if you didn’t insist on storing them in such inappropriate containers.”
“Not everyone share your love for old expensive glass vials, you know”, I replied, still mixing ingredients in my pot. “Those plastic bottles are a lot more practical, and they don’t break when they fall.”
“They wouldn’t fall if you stored them in a safe place.”
I gestured around, showing my tiny apartment. “Where do you want me to install a safe place for potion making, exactly?”
Joanna sighed. “True, your living accommodations aren’t that big.”
“We can’t all have a villa in Tuscany”, I added, my voice coming out more disapproving than I had wanted it to.
“You could have, though”, Joanna replied, turning back toward me, her face defiant.
I sighed. “Look, we’ve already had that conversation before, and nothing good came out of it. Let’s focus on our priorities.” I gestured toward the pot, simmering over my electrical stove. “What does the book says after the potion begins to simmer?”
Joanna looked at me for a second, apparently debating over whether dropping the subject or not, then settled for the former and grabbed her smartphone on the counter. She flipped through the pages with her finger until she came upon the right one. “After five minutes, you’re supposed to add the oregano. You have that somewhere in your kitchen, right?”
