"The truth seems problematic. 'Going to visit mimics to investigate a potentially magical ladle' doesn't inspire confidence."
Marron laughed despite herself. "Maybe just 'research trip to the northern territories'? It's vague but not technically a lie."
"Works for me." Millie stood, stretching. "All right, Chef Louvel. I'll see you in three days. Try not to overthink things between now and then."
"I make no promises."
"Fair enough."
Day 5 - Fourthday
Marron spent most of the day organizing her cart.
Everything needed to be packed efficiently—supplies accessible but secure, weight distributed evenly, the copper pot and her Whisperwind knives stored safely but within reach.
She made lists, checked them twice, repacked sections multiple times until everything felt right.
Mokko watched with amused patience. "You've reorganized the spice drawer four times now."
"I need to be able to find things quickly. We might not always have time to dig through everything."
