The woman at the front desk was in the middle of transcribing a memo. She glanced up from her quills and motioned toward the door to the basement laboratory. Kherrie was the only one down there, and she was wrist deep in sludge at the moment.
Quite literally, in fact. She was harvesting a potato-like plant that only lives in special mud from a small section of bog off the northern coast. She'd collected the mud, grown the specimens, and was now collecting them to see if the juice they provided was an adequate replacement for lard in her lipstick. Just to keep her mind off of... him.