The ground was cold, so Bartlett could only sit back on the bed, reluctantly waiting with patience.
He didn't dare to risk his own happiness in the second half of life by challenging the possible side effects of the potion; it wasn't a good deal, even if it might have just been a joke.
The middle-aged woman outside the window was giving loud instructions to the young girl stirring the milk, telling her to mix it vigorously so that the butter could separate from the milk.
The girl, in turn, alternated between massaging her slender arms and complaining that she was already trying her hardest, expressing her desire to switch to milking cows instead.
Waiting idly was rather boring, so Bartlett eavesdropped on the constructive conversation between the two women in the animal enclosure for a while. He then watched as a peddler selling strawberries and apricots gradually walked further away, finally spotting a group of children brandishing sticks playing noisily by the window.
