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      ❛  come down and eat, seb! i made tree bark soup!  ❜     bastien calls, chuckling. he did it this time. he really made it. pull bark off the maple tree out back and boiled it for broth. straining the bark bits was harder than he thought, but he eventually got this nice, maple-y broth that he flavored with other herbs from the garden. all in all, it was a subtly sweet and thin soup, so bastien put in some vegetables on the side.

@yestodcys // for seb

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        it’s the scent of magic--sparkles and fills the air with muted fireworks, and bastien is turning his head immediately to see what magic walks through HIS APOTHECARY.      ❛   hi, can i help you?  ❜    

@healhim

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@spellbks​

( sms→chaitea ) i hope this text doesn’t wake you up.. i’m a little restless tonight, honestly. and my wandering thoughts sort of found you.

( sms→chaitea ) it’s been a very long time since i’ve visited the apothecary shop or heard from you.

( sms→chaitea ) i was wondering how you’re doing lately– and if you happened to get in any more of that lavender absolute extract? the one that smells like literal fairy tears.

( sms → spice latte ) i’m always up at this hour it’s okay

( sms → spice latte ) it has been! how are you?

( sms → spice latte ) ah~ the lavender flowers bloomed nicely this season. i can make you some of the extract tomorrow  

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