“About time!” Lisbeth put down her hammer, watching one of her favorite customers try to sneak in. “I heard you were finally up and around. Swords don’t maintain themselves, you know!”
“I had… things to think about.” Asuna braced herself, and stepped up to the counter. Opening her inventory, she materialized a few piles of odd mats.
Cockatrice Feathers. Lisbeth pursed her lips in a silent whistle, thinking of a few recipes she was finally going to get to try. Terrorantula Carapace. And – Tiger’s Milk? She poked the odd bottle out. “I haven’t seen this in any recipes.”
“I don’t know what it might do if you tried to forge it,” Asuna confessed. “Though if you were trying to make a magical item that tied people together….” She trailed off, a little red.
Lisbeth sniffed, snowy whiskers flaring in suspicion. “You found a guy!”
“What? No!” Asuna waved her hands wildly, turning redder. “There’s no guy! Just a – a solo I like to party with… to fight with! That’s all!”
Lisbeth snickered, watching her friend’s mouth dig her in deeper. “You know what they say. The best part about fighting is making up….”
Boy, your home must have been a serious no fun zone. Lisbeth sighed. “Okay, okay….” She gave Asuna a sidelong glance. “But he is cute, right?”
“N-no, not at all,” Asuna stammered. “He’s more kind of… scruffy-looking.” Her ears were still red. “Especially when he has cockatrice chicks scrambling all over him.”
“…What?” Lisbeth managed.