[ Mari can't help but watch in awe, her eyes wide as saucers with an unquenchable curiosity. She didn't expect Futaba to be so eager to take the leap, considering how bashful she was; maybe that rose did the trick after all!
As it turns out, after the distinct little crunch the herb makes after Futaba chomps down on its leaf, the mystery is that this particular herb is spicy.
Like, hella spicy.
It's probably enough to bring a grown man to tears, unless they were to drink hot sauce regularly, training their taste buds for this promised day. One leaf is probably on par with a ghost pepper, a blazing inferno to the taste buds with little relief, thanks to how utterly dry the herbs are. Gone is the hint of savory that comes with curry powder, or the slight fruity tartness that comes with a habanero; this is , plain and simple. ]
Watering can?
[ She holds out the water pot, filled with fresh spring water; she has a feeling Futaba is going to need it. ]
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[ Mari can't help but watch in awe, her eyes wide as saucers with an unquenchable curiosity. She didn't expect Futaba to be so eager to take the leap, considering how bashful she was; maybe that rose did the trick after all!
As it turns out, after the distinct little crunch the herb makes after Futaba chomps down on its leaf, the mystery is that this particular herb is spicy.
Like, hella spicy.
It's probably enough to bring a grown man to tears, unless they were to drink hot sauce regularly, training their taste buds for this promised day. One leaf is probably on par with a ghost pepper, a blazing inferno to the taste buds with little relief, thanks to how utterly dry the herbs are. Gone is the hint of savory that comes with curry powder, or the slight fruity tartness that comes with a habanero; this is
Watering can?
[ She holds out the water pot, filled with fresh spring water; she has a feeling Futaba is going to need it. ]