The kitchen of Little Whiskers Daycare was usually a place of sweet smells and gentle humming. Today, it was a war room.
Primrose stood at the stove, surrounded by a whirlwind of activity. She wasn't just cooking; she was alchemizing.
She had ground the glowing blue Abyssal Herbs (stolen from the deep) into a fine paste. She mixed them with Sun-Dried Ginger (Yang energy) and Moon-Lotus Root (Yin energy). The base of the soup was a rich bone broth she had been simmering for 48 hours before she was kidnapped, which Luna had miraculously kept frozen.
"Luna! The temperature needs to be exactly 300 degrees!" Primrose commanded, tossing a handful of glowing blue powder into the pot.
POOF.
The steam turned a brilliant turquoise. The smell wasn't just appetizing; it was clearing the sinuses of everyone in a three-mile radius. It smelled like fresh rain on hot stones.
"Yes, Chef!" Luna squeaked, adjusting the dials.
