Tiffaney wasn't here for that. She was here to evaluate herself against what counted as one of the highest standards in the land. She had always felt like she wasn't nearly as good as she everyone else, but maybe she was just comparing herself to the genius lord Dyne too much. Instead, she scoured through the supplies for the lest contaminated tools, rummaged through the ingredients and grabbed a few bottles.
"How bout you try something basic, say a suspension of marigold?" Tiffaney glanced at him, before she turned back to her things. Deciding that this was to simple the heir Dyne grabbed the marigold and a few other flowers and searched for a jar of metal fillings. Laying her items out the Dean looked but was curious to see what she would do.
