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yusukekitagawaJoey stood hunched over the counter by the stovetop; one hand thumbing through pages of a large textbook, the other absently stirring a small pot of...something. I’ve no clue what it is she’s trying to do.
“...Joooooeeeeey….” I call out her name a bit above a whisper, but she pays me no mind. There’s no indication she even heard me. I’ve been sitting at the dinner table for about an hour and a half, watching her fiddle with that mysterious little concoction. I have not a single magical bone in my body, so it fascinates me to watch her put together spells and potions. Sometimes, I just sit and watch for a bit. Maybe some of that, er, magical energy? Will rub off onto me! Obviously that’s not how it works, but it’s fun to imagine.
She sighs softly, and ruffles her pink, curly hair with her stirring hand. As she walks to the fridge, I try to catch her attention—
“Hey, hon, just what—“
Slam. She’s now on her way to the wall of plants by the balcony. Again, I am certain she didn’t even her me. She probably doesn’t know I’m home. While she’s looking through her homemade indoor garden, I get up to look at what is in the pot.
It’s...green. Not just green but, ah...it’s so bright! This is the green of an F#. Bright, tangy, bitter green. It is definitely not the green of something that is edible. Against my better judgment, I bend down and sniff— Holy Shit. The taste of raspberry fills my mouth. As I stand there baffled beyond belief by this bitter green brew, Joey mutters a quiet, “Fucking shit fuck,” towards her plants. She picks a few leaves from an unknown plant, reaches for another book from bookshelf and returns to the stovetop.
Her small hands are reaching for the cutlery drawer so fast i barely have time to move out of the way. She pulls out a salad knife and hacks away at the leaves. Ah, she isn’t the most...adapt at cutting anything so I scoot a bit away from her. You know, just in case.Throwing the leaves into the pot, she pulls the book close to her face and begins reading a previously marked page.
Quietly, I move behind her to see what she’s reading. Her short stature hardly blocked the book and I read a line— oh well nevermind. It’s not in English. What is that? I suppose it’s some dialect of Elvish, no idea which one. She knows like 3. My eyes flick toward the pot and the green, F# looking liquid is now a pale blue…? She’s still reading like this is normal.
Having decided that i REALLY want to know what the hell she’s making, I tap, tap, tap her ever so lightly on the shoulder. She jumps.
“Oh my god, I didn’t know you were home.” She puts a finger in her book to save the page and her big yellow eyes flick up to me. Ah, even after years of looking at those eyes, they are still too intense to meet straight on.
“I’ve been home for an hour or two but anyways—“
“Oh really? I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Yeah, I’m aware. Anyways what are you doing?”
“Homework.”
“No, I mean like what are you doing?”
“Homework?”
“No dude like what is that,” I point nervously.
“Why is it the color of an F#? Or WAS the color of an F#?”
“Oh!” She turns quickly to the pot and back at me, smiling wide.
“That! That right there! Is my take on, ahem,” she folds the page down and puts it down. She claps her hands together and proclaims,
“‘A spell to accelerate the growth of a tomato plant that will not only produce more than three times the product, but also taste like a different plant of your choice’ and my choice is a grapefruit. See, I chose a grapefruit because grapefruit are pink and tomatoes are red. This means they kinda look alike, so i figured why not? I mean, they both are kinda sour…”
This is exactly why I am NOT a mage. This sort of logic makes no sense.
“That makes no sense.”
She folds her arms and huffs.
“Have you ever seen a rainbow?”
I sigh, bracing for an even more ridiculous explanation.
“Yes Joey, I have seen many rainbows.”
“You know how pink and red are close to each other on a rainbow?”
“No, not really.”
“Well since pink and red are relatives, I figured for my homework I’d make a tomato taste like a grapefruit.”
“Ok.”
She rolls her eyes and goes back to her potion, which is now a dark blue. I guess it was supposed to do that, because she claps happily and wiggles her body. She’s working at this thing for at least two more hours. I had fetched my phone to continue to watch her. I’m not sure if it worked but the next day she was very adamant that I taste the spaghetti she made. “Homemade, fresh from gardern!” She said. It was awful.
“...Joooooeeeeey….” I call out her name a bit above a whisper, but she pays me no mind. There’s no indication she even heard me. I’ve been sitting at the dinner table for about an hour and a half, watching her fiddle with that mysterious little concoction. I have not a single magical bone in my body, so it fascinates me to watch her put together spells and potions. Sometimes, I just sit and watch for a bit. Maybe some of that, er, magical energy? Will rub off onto me! Obviously that’s not how it works, but it’s fun to imagine.
She sighs softly, and ruffles her pink, curly hair with her stirring hand. As she walks to the fridge, I try to catch her attention—
“Hey, hon, just what—“
Slam. She’s now on her way to the wall of plants by the balcony. Again, I am certain she didn’t even her me. She probably doesn’t know I’m home. While she’s looking through her homemade indoor garden, I get up to look at what is in the pot.
It’s...green. Not just green but, ah...it’s so bright! This is the green of an F#. Bright, tangy, bitter green. It is definitely not the green of something that is edible. Against my better judgment, I bend down and sniff— Holy Shit. The taste of raspberry fills my mouth. As I stand there baffled beyond belief by this bitter green brew, Joey mutters a quiet, “Fucking shit fuck,” towards her plants. She picks a few leaves from an unknown plant, reaches for another book from bookshelf and returns to the stovetop.
Her small hands are reaching for the cutlery drawer so fast i barely have time to move out of the way. She pulls out a salad knife and hacks away at the leaves. Ah, she isn’t the most...adapt at cutting anything so I scoot a bit away from her. You know, just in case.Throwing the leaves into the pot, she pulls the book close to her face and begins reading a previously marked page.
Quietly, I move behind her to see what she’s reading. Her short stature hardly blocked the book and I read a line— oh well nevermind. It’s not in English. What is that? I suppose it’s some dialect of Elvish, no idea which one. She knows like 3. My eyes flick toward the pot and the green, F# looking liquid is now a pale blue…? She’s still reading like this is normal.
Having decided that i REALLY want to know what the hell she’s making, I tap, tap, tap her ever so lightly on the shoulder. She jumps.
“Oh my god, I didn’t know you were home.” She puts a finger in her book to save the page and her big yellow eyes flick up to me. Ah, even after years of looking at those eyes, they are still too intense to meet straight on.
“I’ve been home for an hour or two but anyways—“
“Oh really? I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Yeah, I’m aware. Anyways what are you doing?”
“Homework.”
“No, I mean like what are you doing?”
“Homework?”
“No dude like what is that,” I point nervously.
“Why is it the color of an F#? Or WAS the color of an F#?”
“Oh!” She turns quickly to the pot and back at me, smiling wide.
“That! That right there! Is my take on, ahem,” she folds the page down and puts it down. She claps her hands together and proclaims,
“‘A spell to accelerate the growth of a tomato plant that will not only produce more than three times the product, but also taste like a different plant of your choice’ and my choice is a grapefruit. See, I chose a grapefruit because grapefruit are pink and tomatoes are red. This means they kinda look alike, so i figured why not? I mean, they both are kinda sour…”
This is exactly why I am NOT a mage. This sort of logic makes no sense.
“That makes no sense.”
She folds her arms and huffs.
“Have you ever seen a rainbow?”
I sigh, bracing for an even more ridiculous explanation.
“Yes Joey, I have seen many rainbows.”
“You know how pink and red are close to each other on a rainbow?”
“No, not really.”
“Well since pink and red are relatives, I figured for my homework I’d make a tomato taste like a grapefruit.”
“Ok.”
She rolls her eyes and goes back to her potion, which is now a dark blue. I guess it was supposed to do that, because she claps happily and wiggles her body. She’s working at this thing for at least two more hours. I had fetched my phone to continue to watch her. I’m not sure if it worked but the next day she was very adamant that I taste the spaghetti she made. “Homemade, fresh from gardern!” She said. It was awful.
