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Prince Dream Rose
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As much as I’d like to avoid having Dotti Problems in public, I need to reserve the choicest ingredients for the next week. Not only will it affect the freshness of my fruit pastries and batter, I’ll need every advantage I can get in order to stand up to Marquess Mallory’s scrutiny. After that, the next highest priority should be to ensure Dotti is fully paying attention for my safety lecture. She already knows how to operate the oven, but she’ll need to remember some very fine details for the Fire Marshal’s quiz tomorrow. I’ll be tired at the end of it all, so I won’t be on my A Game for negotiating Dotti’s contract with Serah today.
Dotti and I venture out to select ingredients from the early morning market. I consider leaving her at my flat, but I’ll need the extra hands to carry as much as possible; the extra stuff will be delivered later, for a fee. And so the problems commence.
Dotti’s new enhancements are getting quite a lot of attention. I only own one bra that I never use, and it’s not even close to fitting Dotti’s size, so she’s on her own, so to speak. For what it’s worth, Dotti is enjoying herself. I try to ignore her, but the early-morning merchants we pass are doing double-takes strong enough to snap necks.
“Your strawberries from last week were very good,” I say to one of my favorite merchants. “Do you have a new batch?”
“You’re just in time,” she says. “And, ah, I don’t remember your companion having those watermelons last week. That’s quite a harvest.”
“Thank you!” Dotti says. “I grew them myself!”
“Dotti, keep your voice down,” I whisper.
I try haggling for the rest of the ingredients, using Serah’s suspicion that I’m paying more than the guild rates. I don’t have any luck, though. Does the Bakers’ Guild have a secret agreement with the merchants that they get the best price? Maybe. I’ll have to ask Serah about how to try and get that rate.
Dotti and I carry as much as we can back to the bakery. At first, Dotti is having fun balancing her payload on her chest, but as she goes on, the weight gets harder to bear. She’s straining to keep upright as we get back to the bakery, and when we set everything down, she lies right down on the floor.
“You know,” I say, “You don’t have to keep those all day. Maybe just shrink down, and then go back up when you want them?”
“No way!” Dotti says. “These are my boobs and I’m proud of them. I want Serah and Landi to see how good I’ve become at shapeshifting.”
“Okay,” I say, but I don’t point out the obvious flaw in her logic. Maybe she’s afraid she won’t be able to get her shapeshifting right today, even though she had such a good run yesterday. Better not to press.
I spend hours with Dotti putting away the ingredients and going over the details of the dragonfire oven and its very highly-regulated extinguishing system. It’s cheaper and easier for me to run than a regular oven, since it’s my own fire and it burns hotter with less fuel. However, if I have to use the extinguisher in an emergency, the cleanup is difficult and expensive, so she has to get it right. Plus there’s all the extra scrutiny from the Fire Marshal. By the time she gets all the questions right and has it memorized, we’re both mentally worn down, but satisfied.
Kayk and Dotti have gained 7 STRESS.
KAYK STRESS: [60/100]
DOTTI STRESS: [30/100]
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