Lake Lewisia #1083

He regarded the contents of his usual kit: ranks of vials with neat labels and brightly colored contents, a bottle of preserving alcohol, and the tiny knives and mortar and spoons to process findings in the field. As someone who had survived on the strength of his poisons, it felt strange and scary to lift out vial after vial and set them aside. But his life had gotten bigger than just poisons, and he would prove his mastery of less toxic herbs as well, so long as he didn't accidentally kill any of the judges with murderous macaroons or deadly dinner rolls.

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LL#1083