In the walls of вы's barricaded camp grounds, Cremie sat upon a soft patch of long green grass. "What a beautiful day!" they thought as they watched their fluffy cloud friends in the blue sky slowly float over. вы was mucking about with potions and herbs at a funny looking wooden potion-making desk, setting some potions to the right side before disappearing off into the wooden hut they had built for themselves. one of the glass potions had a crude tan-colored worn paper label on it saying "SPEED?", a strange purple colored juice that вы had tried before giving it to their Kattiva only to demolish-mine ore with it's paws in record speed, becoming a blur as it tore apart the boulder in record speed. Kattiva had tried to communicate to Cremie roughly that it tasted of very bitter cranberries, sticking it's tongue out gagging and pointing to it when Cremie had tilted their head.
Two other potions sat to the right as well. one was a funny bubbly-looking green one with no label, and a red potion labelled "BIG" and an unlabeled bubbly pinkish-orange fluro colored one. cremie looked curiously at the potions in the silence of the camp, lulled only by the crackling of the campfire and the running water of the hot spring pool behind them.
