CH 127 — Low In Lactose

A white goat with brown ears and facial markings pokes its head through a wooden fence.
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The gang regrouped two hours later, all with an assortment of items. Pickles placed a pouch of dried fruit and meat on the table, followed by Teddy’s bottle of goat milk and a hunk of cheese. Cass added a flask of honeyed mead, and Meike set down an envelope of tea leaves.

“At least we won’t run out of offerings before we reach Redadore,” Meike said. It was almost a shame the cheese and milk were being given away, but they would live. What mattered now was showing their gratitude to the unseen aid.

“We should offer my milk and cheese first,” Teddy said. He looked so excited that Meike didn’t want to dash his spirits with a no.

“That works for me. Cass? Pickles?”

“I don’t mind. We lack a proper fridge right now, and it would spoil fast if we don’t put it to good use.”

“Yeah, but we can just set it outside in the snow,” Pickles said. “Sure is cold enough for it.”

“And I doubt a little brownie could eat all of it in one night,” Meike said. “We can offer my tea the next day, to help with digestion and any other tummy troubles. The blend I bought also works as a natural sedative, in case they suffer from insomnia.”