[If it wasn’t for the promise of money, Lahabrea wouldn’t be here. Well, that’s not entirely true.
While money is an incentive here, he’s more curious about the moon bunnies set to appear. As a researcher, Lahabrea wouldn’t forgive himself for missing the chance to study these marvelous creatures up close. However, there’s only one problem–he can’t cook, nevertheless bake. Or rather he can’t simply use his magic to recreate those delicious little mooncakes that the bunnies love. It just wouldn’t taste the same since he has no idea what those cakes are supposed to taste-like. That’s why he decided to volunteer his services.
However, the moment Lahabrea enters the tent—he immediately regrets his decision.]
I beg your pardon?
[He questions with a notably dour expression as he stares down at that crude little man. Honestly, why everyone so damn short around here? More than half the population of Ellipsa is under six feet tall. It’s embarrassing to witness humanity regress in such a manner.
The Ancient gives the other volunteer a slight nod before hesitantly taking the bowl. This goop is supposed become a cake, hm? Lovely. Something akin to a sigh escapes him.]
no subject
While money is an incentive here, he’s more curious about the moon bunnies set to appear. As a researcher, Lahabrea wouldn’t forgive himself for missing the chance to study these marvelous creatures up close. However, there’s only one problem–he can’t cook, nevertheless bake. Or rather he can’t simply use his magic to recreate those delicious little mooncakes that the bunnies love. It just wouldn’t taste the same since he has no idea what those cakes are supposed to taste-like. That’s why he decided to volunteer his services.
However, the moment Lahabrea enters the tent—he immediately regrets his decision.]
I beg your pardon?
[He questions with a notably dour expression as he stares down at that crude little man. Honestly, why everyone so damn short around here? More than half the population of Ellipsa is under six feet tall. It’s embarrassing to witness humanity regress in such a manner.
The Ancient gives the other volunteer a slight nod before hesitantly taking the bowl. This goop is supposed become a cake, hm? Lovely. Something akin to a sigh escapes him.]
How many of these are we expected to make?