Chapter 23 Rainstorm

Apparently not.

Maeve checked the two halves of Gray Tuber first—no toxicity warnings on either. She added a splash of Birch-Sweet Bloom sap to the deep stone pot, set aside the pot warming by the fire to cool, then pulled out the Butter Whisker-Grass Steak Sullen had raved about. It smelled incredible. Cut into neat strips, cooked just right, butter evenly melted, the whisker-grass arranged like