[He takes a pause from chopping, popping the lid of the new container to take in the scent. Fascinating... not quite tomato, but at least adjacent enough, perhaps? Maybe this would be a good place to try his secret ingredient?
RIP Tatara, Solomon's dropping more of those leaves from the garden into the jar of tomato replacement while he's busy, turning to view the Sage with his new weapon held out like a toddler playing magician. How adorable.]
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RIP Tatara, Solomon's dropping more of those leaves from the garden into the jar of tomato replacement while he's busy, turning to view the Sage with his new weapon held out like a toddler playing magician. How adorable.]
A hound? My, my.
And whose hound would you be, dear Tatara?