Sleeping Dragon But please don't need it

As Portia finished speaking, he’d concluded that pastes sounded weird. Surely they felt strange, too. Yet, he was interested all the same, both in the idea of pastes and trying to create one for himself. It sounded simple enough—just break something up and throw it into water. Hvit was pretty sure he could handle doing that, but wanted to put it to the test anyways. He stood up and pulled himself away from the woman, then moved towards Freyja and nudged her shoulder. Afterwards, he’d looked towards Portia and said, “Gonna try.” It would be easy… right? No matter the possible outcomes, he was set on trying his paw at making a paste. Should he be left to do so, the boy would touch his forehead to his mentor and then head off to find his ingredients; his sister would be invited along to join him, of course, but he’d not force her to play with the icky stuff.