Cassius's inner world was in chaos as he crouched behind the bushes. His mind raced between wanting to laugh hysterically and scream in sheer panic at the walking catastrophe he was witnessing.
'Well...to be fair.' He thought begrudgingly. 'She's...improving a little.'
Compared to yesterday, when Julie kept dropping everything and destroying all her ingredients, she was atleast managing to follow her own instructions today.
Sure, the instructions were insane, and her concoction smelled like the essence of death itself...But still, she was doing exactly what she intended without fumbling every step.
That thought, however, died a swift and cruel death in Cassius's head.
Because just as he relaxed ever so slightly, fate decided to prove him wrong.
Julie, standing up proudly after admiring her toxic stew, waved a hand in front of her nose when smoke from the fire drifted her way. "Oof...guess I should calm the fire down a bit." She murmured to herself innocently.
