Finished with her early morning herb gathering, Lucy returned to the deli to find Icky already busy at work in the kitchen. The little goblin was stirring something in a large pot. Lucy’s sensitive nose detected an odd aroma faintly reminiscent of wild mushrooms mingled with more exotic ingredients she couldn’t quite identify. “What are you cooking, Icky?” she asked.
Startled, Icky quickly spun around to face Lucy. She smiled… a sly little smile that Lucy immediately recognized. The little goblin was definitely up to something.
“Mees makinz a nu brew, Miz Lucy,” she replied. “Sumthin speshul fer Ashlynn.”
“I’m not sure I like the sound of that, Icky. Exactly what are you making for Ashlynn… and why?”
“Ohhs, itz nothin badz, Miz Lucy! Mees promiss!” Icky gave the pot another stir. “Yoos noes howz Ashlynn bees always pickin onz mees en da ober goblins… mees gotz dis idea howz ta mak herz bees nicey. Dis stuffs… “ She pointed to the pot. “Dis stuffs bees moodz changin. Mees puttin itz in da nu brew mees makin, en iffin itz werks, Ashlynn’s gonna bees reel nicey ta goblins!”
“And if it doesn’t work?” Lucy asked.
Icky’s smile faded and she glanced down at the floor. “Mees habnt gib much thot ta dat possebility,” she replied.
“Well, I suggest you do give it some thought,” said Lucy. “Quite a bit of thought. After all, you wouldn’t want to make Ashlynn ill with this new concoction.”
“Ub corse notz, Miz Lucy! Mees neber wantz ta doos dat!”
Icky returned to her cooking. “En iffin dis werks,” she muttered, “Mees cud makz a fortshun!”
Lucy added her fresh herbs to the crate, then went upstairs to update the inventory. As she sat down at her desk, she wondered if she should have a talk with Ashlynn. Not that it would help. She sighed softly… “There isn’t a magical ingredient in the entire land that has the power to inspire Ashlynn to love goblins.”
Startled, Icky quickly spun around to face Lucy. She smiled… a sly little smile that Lucy immediately recognized. The little goblin was definitely up to something.
“Mees makinz a nu brew, Miz Lucy,” she replied. “Sumthin speshul fer Ashlynn.”
“I’m not sure I like the sound of that, Icky. Exactly what are you making for Ashlynn… and why?”
“Ohhs, itz nothin badz, Miz Lucy! Mees promiss!” Icky gave the pot another stir. “Yoos noes howz Ashlynn bees always pickin onz mees en da ober goblins… mees gotz dis idea howz ta mak herz bees nicey. Dis stuffs… “ She pointed to the pot. “Dis stuffs bees moodz changin. Mees puttin itz in da nu brew mees makin, en iffin itz werks, Ashlynn’s gonna bees reel nicey ta goblins!”
“And if it doesn’t work?” Lucy asked.
Icky’s smile faded and she glanced down at the floor. “Mees habnt gib much thot ta dat possebility,” she replied.
“Well, I suggest you do give it some thought,” said Lucy. “Quite a bit of thought. After all, you wouldn’t want to make Ashlynn ill with this new concoction.”
“Ub corse notz, Miz Lucy! Mees neber wantz ta doos dat!”
Icky returned to her cooking. “En iffin dis werks,” she muttered, “Mees cud makz a fortshun!”
Lucy added her fresh herbs to the crate, then went upstairs to update the inventory. As she sat down at her desk, she wondered if she should have a talk with Ashlynn. Not that it would help. She sighed softly… “There isn’t a magical ingredient in the entire land that has the power to inspire Ashlynn to love goblins.”
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