Sunbeam Lair YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE

Practice was necessary, yes, but Asterr was happy with the girl’s current level of speech. Her interest made it clear that she would someday speak just as well as she might want to, for practice stemmed from interest—and there was plenty of that to go around, she realized. A question was asked, but she didn’t know if she could provide an answer for it. “Why do they not taste good?” she asked, wondering if that was what had made Airi curious. Assuming that it was, she’d continued by saying, “I do not know. I suppose we simply were not made to find the flavour to be pleasant.” The exact reason for why herbs tended to taste bad had never been taught to her, nor had it ever been important. As long as the uses were known, and they could solve a health issue, it didn’t matter what they tasted like.