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Despite using the “sun screen” that Mrs. Noceda recommended, the sun was harsh and hurt Amity Blight’s skin. Which was a foreign concept to her, usually at home the sun would be a welcome relief from the rain, which boiled so hot it would melt everything in it’s path. But she had to brave the heat to help Willow with revitalising the Noceda’s small garden, which she seemed to take over the minute our group stepped over into this weird, new realm. And Amity still felt bad about her years of bullying Willow and made an effort to help, and spend time with Willow. She knew it wouldn’t make up for her behaviour and neglect, but it was a start.
It was almost noon by the time the two took a break, and the first thing Amity did was walk straight up to her awesome girlfriend’s room hoping to find her. Though it was obvious Luz was in there, Amity didn’t greet her. Luz was talking with the basili- Vee, as well as Hunter and Gus, In that human language. Gus and Vee seemed almost fluent, on the other hand there was Hunter. He could not stop fumbling each and every word. Not like Amity could do any better.
Amity decided to go back to the gardening. Not wanting to disturb Luz and the gang. But Willow wasn’t there, so Amity decided to just start pulling up the weeds in the vegetable patch. Luckily she had a reference book that Mrs. Noceda gave her, so she knew which were weeds and which were crops. Willow came out about 5 minutes after Amity and took a place next to her, starting on the weeds. It was hard work, and for about 50 minutes they worked in sync, rotating between weeding and taking the debris to the compost heap Willow established a week ago.
It went like that until Willow found something she didn’t recognize, a swollen, purple root, almost like the one’s that younger witches use as an abomination base. But those weren’t weeds, and also weren’t in the guidebook so the girls were stumped. Not wanting to uproot a possible crop, Willow suggested: “We should ask Luz?”
Amity found Luz in the kitchen, simply grabbing a snack. “Hey Luz you got a minute? Willow found something out in the garden, that neither of us could identify- and well, you’re like, more- you’re smart with this kinda stuff.” Mock offense covered her face,
“only with this kinda stuff?! I thought I was like, I dunno, the second Einstein.” The joke flew right over Amity’s head.
“I completely forgot I planted these!” Luz exclaimed when she saw the grubby tubers in the ground, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “Batata! These are sweet potatoes, too bad they aren’t... as sweet as you!”
At Luz’s command (well, more of a plead, how could Amity resist!) the sweet potatoes were dug up and cleaned, as they were supposedly ready, and Luz prepared them. Now Luz had never actually cooked anything before, or at least cooked anything edible. So she was a bit nervous, Luz wanted to impress her girlfriend with her incredible cooking skills. It didn’t help that Luz was dead-set on improvising her cooking either. Though Amity had to remember that she too, was completely incompetent behind the stove as well, being taught from a young age that a Blight shan’t have to rely on themselves, when money can do the work for them.
What Luz made, she called “Fritters”, which was a weird word to Amity, but they looked good. Luz had ground- or rather, grated, most of the clean sweet potatoes, and mashed the rest. Both of these were then combined in a large bowl (Luz overestimated how much was being made), and seasoned with slices of a few green fruit looking things (They tasted like knives and fire, Amity isn’t sure) as well as some dairy-free cheese so that Luz would be able to eat them. Then she scooped big spoonfuls of the mixture on to a searing hot cast iron skillet, making sure it was sufficiently oily to prevent the food from sticking and burning. And after all of that she plated up these crispy, round, and somehow fluffy “fritters” for her, Willow and Amity. Gus, Hunter and Vee all grew impatient and ate cereal for lunch instead.
“Luz, these are way better than what my parents made the chefs cook every night. They seriously hate flavour.” Amity said, with a disappointed shake to her head at the end of her proclamation.
“I agree, Luz these are miles better than what Ami’s chefs served when I used to sleep over.”
“Thanks guys! This is probably the single best thing I’ve ever made, though that’s not saying much. Remember that time I tried to cook you dinner at the owl house, Willow?” Luz was practically shaking from excitement, Her Girlfriend liked- no, loved her cooking! But she was even happier when Amity leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek.