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'just a little bit of this..'
SHAKE SHAKE
'and a bit of this other thing..'
PLOP
STIR STIR
KNOCK KNOCK
'Come in!'
Barbatos walks into the room
'oh! Greetings Barbatos!'
'*sigh*... Greetings.. Solomon..'
'are you supposed to add talcum powder and a baby dummy (pacifier) to a calming potion?'
'i don't think you are..'
'oh shit.. I already did... And it's already mixed..'
'what on earth was your thought process when you added those?!'
'well, dummies help babies feel calm... And so does talcum powder I think..'
'did you read the spell book?'
'no! I did it all from memory!'
Solomon has a big grin on his face, yet Barbatos looks as though he's absolutely to kill this bitch
'SOLOMON ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! YOU NEVER MAKE POTIONS FROM MEMORY! EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU KNOW THEM WELL! YOU ALWAYS-'
'Consult the stupid ass book, I know..'
'mistakes in potion making could KILL someone!'
'ah, it's just a baby dummy and some talcum powder, what's the worst that can happen?'
'nausea? Headache? Coma? SUDDEN FUCKING DEATH?!'
'who's the qualified sorcerer here, me or you?
'You're definitely the sorcerer.. I wouldn't say you're qualified though.... I mean, your cooking definitely counts as something magical..'
'thank you Barbatos..'
'that wasn't a compliment!'
'im still thanking you anyways because I know that pisses you off and that gives me joy!'
'*sigh*...'