Clams, Lagers, and... DUCK! (Hallina)

by **Leila** on March 24th, 2013, 3:59 am

Timestamp: Spring 52, 513 AV

Leila carried a basket of supplies into the bar, smiling cheerfully as she was given permission to buy the ingredients about a new drink she wanted to make. She'd gotten the idea after hearing several sailors talk about their favorite drinks from ports all over Mizahar. She nodded at several customers, smiling at each in passing, meandering behind the bar. She'd come in early to test this drink out, without getting behind on her work. She set the basket down on the bar, and pulled back the white cloth cover. She pulled out a bowl full of clams, still in their shell, sitting in ice. This was followed by a sealed jar of a thick red liquid. Then came a few red crescents, peppers fresh from the market, likely from overseas, and lemons from the Suvan Sea. Finally she pulled out a few spice pouches, guarding them close, as they were likely the most expensive part of the ordeal.

All eyes nearby were on her as she began her work. The man at the fish market had told her how to properly prepare the clams, which he assured her were still alive. He even taught her how to check. If the shell was already opened, or opened easily, it was dead, and shouldn't be used. He even offered to refund her any clams that were dead if she brought them back, willing to take her word on them. She went in the back, grabbed a bowl and a pitcher, filling the latter with cold water. She brought them back up to the bar, "Anyone here wanna give me a hand for a bit? Whoever does gets a round on the house."

by **Hallina lec Talu** on March 26th, 2013, 3:23 am

"I will," Hallie said, raising her hand. She didn't particularly want the drink, but she enjoyed lending a hand when she had nothing else to do. Maybe she'd give the drink to someone else when she was done. She stood and walked over to the bar.
"So what is it you'd like me to do?" Hallie had been staying near the ocean for a few days now, so she knew well enough what the odd shelled creatures were. But she had never seen them away from the fish market, and assumed they were used to make restoration glue for the library, or some other inedible invention.
She eyed the bowl and pitcher questioningly. The glue imagery held in her mind as the only logical explanation. Perhaps they're smashed with the flat end of the bowl and mixed with water... Maybe the stuff inside has special sticky qualities that make it good for glue...