Plea #35: Mary caught an especially nasty headache today.
I couldn't bear to see her battling such unpleasantness alone... So I Intervened.
Out came the old, leather carcass of a civilization gone by, and straight to the chapter on remedial stews thumbed her finger.
[I merely insisted *she* make it... I, of course, can't do so alone ;) ]
Her sweet, sultry voice hummed, "One portion of water, and for every ounce... 233 mg Purple Cycleom?.. as well as 7.425 grams of Saerow Ctystal? How are they so precise!?"
And once again, she mused on a fascinating question that had never even crossed my mind, in her own, brilliant way.
I truly *don't know* where these hyper-specific, yet seemingly arbitrary numbers come from!
In fact, I don't think my mother did either...
Perhaps those old prophets of the time specified these things to instill greater confidence in followers?
Something to delve further into to be sure...
When she was finally finished, she had procured enough stew for the Yetis to join us at the table!
(She never *was* very good at portioning these things, haha)
I ended up trying some, and it was quite potent... But not intolerable either...
Rather, almost pleasant! Almost.
I wouldn't have made it for kicks, and the taste was rather bitter and unusual, but it wasn't at all as unbearable as I had imagined it would be.
(Especially with so much salt!)
The mushroom's probably the trick... It always is.
After dinner, Mary was feeling better than ever!..
Though, I believe she had to urinate a bit more than usual, haha!
(I suppose the meal *was* mostly liquid...)
I was very joyed to see it had worked though... Somehow those ancient scribbles always do...
One wonders what she would *do* without me and my old books... ;)