Oh fruit said Bertha. That reminds me. The cookery book aka Culpepper had fallen at the page: Sir William de SmytheS Magical Elixir. She yelled to Cedric:Never mind tantric sex, put the cauldron on the fire. I'm making a brew. Carefully she amassed the ingredients: Water,Lager,Yeast,fruit and erbes. She had not been to finishing school for nothing. And the 3 for 2 Manuka Honey. She had purchased at the emporium. She knew it would come in handy. Needing a tadmore she went to her walk-in larder coutesy of habitat et al a statement to the low life round here she thought. Several sacks later she had acchieved her aims and decideed to add a few leaves off the plant in the corner. Variety is the spice of life she thought.You are worth it. She sung a little ditty as she worked : Scarborough Fair. All the ingredients went into the pot and were stirred. "I,ll reward Cedric" she said and plucked her flute from herr farthingale. Whistfully she blew. Suddenly she heard Cedric retching. She turned.
