Hushed Willows sveppum

a fucking mushroom.

bijou set back on her heels, muzzle crinkling in quiet disgust.

she'd only ever eaten the mushroom of the less exciting variety, and had always found the musky, tepid taste offensively foul. "what kind of nasty-ass mushroom gives you knowledge?" bijou countered, keeping her tone civil despite the budding disgust that welled under her tongue. "have you been drinking saltwater, friend?"