Sure enough, thirty seconds later, one very annoyed old woman with a scarf over her head, covering her hair and her ears, stomped out and smacked him over the head with a wooden spoon. Then she placed her hands on her hips and glared at him.
"In my defence, she is the best in my group with food creation." Karl tried.
"And you didn't think to send someone to keep her in line? One experiment obsessed Naga Queen is not enough. They just hype each other up."
Karl could see that. Especially in the kitchen, when Remi was excited about experimenting with new foods.
Anything that could be turned into a research project was enough to get Remi excited, and if it was both an experiment and edible, it was even better. After all, food was the introductory level of Alchemy in Remi's mind. All the mixing and precise measurements, none of the requirements that the creator have magical aptitude.
Karl patted the little mouse woman, who huffed and turned away.
