"Behave yourself a bit, and after this month is over, I'll have the winery set aside a bottle of fine wine for you."
"Really?" Boudica immediately perked up.
"When have I ever lied to you?"
"You're always so good to me~"
Boudica tried to cozy up, but Lance hastily stopped her. "Don't come any closer! Go take a bath, or you'll be left behind when dinner starts."
After sending Boudica off to bathe, Lance considered how to make soap. Wasn't it just a saponification reaction between fat and lye? We have quicklime, and we have lard...
As Lance was heading back, he had just stepped out of the great hall when he saw Grendel waiting. It seemed she had come over after hearing of his return.
