"Hmm... pesky potions, particularly perfiduous...perchance..."
CRASH
"CARMILEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Ah. There's the cry of her name Carmile's become accustomed to. Well, Lyco - or Lycorin, as he insists on being called and which Carmile never calls him - will just have to wait. Whatever trouble he's getting in is far less important than the experiment Carmile has been working on and is about to perfect.
"Let's see, let's see..." The blonde mage murmurs, as she stirs a comically oversized cauldron full of various ingredients and mixtures. A hand comes up to push up her round eyeglasses.
"Eye of newt? No, too stereotypical. Toe of Giant? Mmm, nutritious but we're not making a stew..."
Snapping her fingers, Carmile has an 'aha' moment. Which she decides to punctuate by exclaming "Aha!" aloud quite fittingly, before grabbing a handful of Soul of Wheat and tossing it into the pot.
"CARMILE! THE BREAD IS ALIVE AND BARKING AT MY THRONE-"
Oh. So that's what Lyco is complaining about. Hm.
"Just bear with me, my King!" Carmile yells back, not turning her sleepy gaze from the pot. "The, uh- the bread animation project is almost, ah...um, well, it's going somewhere. Yeah. Probably. Try tearing it in half! No, that might just create two- oh well. Problems for future Carmile..."
Trailing off into mumbles, Carmile abandons the cauldron for now as she disignites the flames with a flick of her wrist and a flare of her magic. Perhaps it's best to leave the bread-based experiments be for now, 'til her previous failed attempts stop harassing her King.
Or at least until it stops being funny.
"What next? Ah, perhaps Pamplemousse's request of-" Wherever Carmile's next train of thought was headed, it's derailed as there's another loud explosion followed by someone opening the door to her study.
"Did someone die?" She asks immediately, not looking up from the magical tomb she's reading whilst munching on a spare test subject - a muffin, which failed to animate at all. Pity. Yet, delicious.
"If someone died, take them to Alfie. If that cheeky little femboy of a dark elf is even HERE... Ahhh..."
Carmile looks up.
"I don't do corpse stuff."
