12:39 (Afternoon)
Ashra-am Baird, Rauch Artisan District
Atelier RyzaAs soon as tu steps into Ryza's atelier, all senses are engaged immediately and simultaneously. The nose catches the dense herbal scent in the stuffy workshop, the ears make out a faint "oh hey, you came just in time!" and rapidly approaching steps... and the eyes immediately settle on a familiar (if slightly disheveled) female figure accosting tu in the doors near-immediately, casually invading personal space.
"Was just about to go get you. You're later than usual. Although ehh, I'm not the one to harp on punctuality right?" Ryza giggles, looking intently into tu's eyes before shaking her head and shifting into a more serious expression. "Anyway ahem-" Almost theatrically, the alchemist clears her throat and sticks her hands to her sides. She jabs a finger at the large cauldron faintly bubbling on the other side of the room and strains her voice in a lower octave.
"tu. We need to cook."
An uncharacteristically serious glare crosses Ryza's face for a second before she lets out a giggle and breaks eye contact. "Seriously though, we need to come up with something to sell, and soon. A girl's gotta eat. And synthesize."
Turning on her heel, Ryza snatches up an unsorted stack of papers and unceremoniously flops it down on a cupboard in front of tu. "Here, take a looksy! Picked these off the noticeboard over a few days, might be something interesting in there. Worst case we could always go back to that solid fuel formula, I GUESS." The bored annoyance at the thought of soulless industrial production is audible in Ryza's voice; clearly, the (relatively) easy road to profits isn't nearly exciting enough for her. "Dennis' smithy can never get enough of the stuff apparently. Not sure how much mixing oil I got left though..." With that thought, Ryza turns her back on tu and begins looking through the crates behind the counter, absent-mindedly bending over in a... more interesting sight than the stack of notices, at least.
"Actually," Without straightening up, Ryza suddenly turns her head back to tu for a second, "if you got any bright ideas for something, shoot. Second opinion's pretty handy sometimes, I'm not too good at sales pitches. You're the brains, and I'm the uh... also brains?" The alchemist rolls her eyes for a second, as if processing the failed expression... "...eh, anyway-" the girl shrugs and promptly plunges back into a crate.
