A small fire crackled beside her, heating the mixture in a flat stone basin she'd set up like a makeshift stove. Bubbles started forming—sparse, unimpressive ones—but enough to count. Cyrus sat nearby, chin in hand, watching her with the same cautious expression one might give a wild animal playing with fire.
"It's not going to explode," Isabella said, not looking up.
"I didn't say anything."
"You thought it."
He smiled slightly but didn't deny it.
The soap thickened slowly, turning into a gloopy, clay-like lump. Isabella poked it with a stick. "Okay, maybe it's not LUXURY... but it'll clean dirt, blood, and trauma." She sniffed it and gagged. "Probably."
From a distance, Bubu's screen flickered once like a proud parent at a school play.
[Task Complete: Make Soap (1/1)]
+5 Crafting Points
+3 Hygiene Points
+35 points
"So do we test it now?" Ophelia asked excitedly, her innocent eyes shining like she expected magic to bubble from the bowl.
