She made a non-committal, "Mm mm mm" that rose and fell in pitch while shrugging her shoulders. "For as long as I could get into jars, I guess. That's what my Uncle Andereese always says. He makes fireworks."
Tucking the notebook back into her bag, she attacked the rest of her dessert with gusto. "You'd like him. He's a fine illusionist and an excellent tinkerer. I know, I know, a gnomish tinkerer is kinda cliche, but the business has been in his family for generations."
Once she finished, she whistled. Monk and Mr. Squiggles came flying in. Or rather, Monk came flying in, carrying a thrashing, protesting Mr. Squiggles in his claws. The homunculus promptly deposited the ferret back in the bag and stomped his furry head back down inside when Mr. Squiggles poked his head out. The "bizard" squawked a warning before perching on Seravel's shoulders.
"Are you done eating? We should head off toward this quest if you are."
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