The mixer made it downstairs before Wolfe did, and his entry to the dining hall was marked by a flying Cook coming his way.
The tattooed witch threw her arms around his neck and kissed him all over his face as she celebrated.
"I knew you would think of me on your trip. That is exactly what we needed. We have been using magic to do it, but this is perfect. It even has preset rhythms on it. How did you find it?" She asked, still hanging off him.
"They had it in storage in the town across the border. So, when it came time to trade items for spells and such, I made sure I got it for you."
"I don't get it. What does that thing do that a big bowl and a [Stir] spell can't?" One of the witches asked.
