I woke up in the annex that Martha assigned me to live in. The sun shone through the cracks in the roof. Someone nearby was snoring loudly. I threw back the covers and realized with relief that it was Rikka, one of yesterday's funny pirates.. “……, ………, …………..!” she muttered, pulling the covers back up and turning over on her other side.. I crawled out into the kitchen. There, with her head in her hands, sat Martha. “Amallon, dear, bungle something, otherwise your head will split,” she plaintively asked. In Anshu, for such cases, there is a spicy soup with a thousand spices, in eastern Lutheria - a stew of milk with liver, but in Bern they simply use magic. But that morning, I made a hangover soup for Martha according to a traditional Zagorsk recipe. Already somewhere, where, and there they know what a person needs, who went over the day before. Prepare a rich broth. Cut the meat off the bones and add to the soup. There also crumble ham, sausages, pickles, sauerkraut, olives and hot peppers. Bring this mass to a boil, let it brew for a quarter of an hour and squeeze half a lemon into the pan. Martha's eyes filled with dog-like gratitude. “Oh, we will never drink with pirates again,” she said after each spoonful. “Oh, not those of ours with you, Amallosha, years…”But it certainly wasn't the last time.. Hidden story objects: - 1 Diary of Amallon of Bern, entry one - 2 Diary of Amallon of Bern, entry two - 3 Diary of Amallon of Bern, entry three - 4 Diary of Amallon of Bern, entry four |