There were a few already open jars of assorted items along the counter. He'd find himself most likely with a few handfuls of mumsroot. Luckily for Aoife it wasn't worth much that she'd fret over it. Luckily for Jakob, possibly, was that she wasn't going to notice that missing at all. Now, if something were to go a miss involving her apron, her livelihood would be gone.
Mumsroot was a cure-all. It'd cure hunger but not the most tasty of things to eat.
Once back up, she placed the few items she had gathered in the mortar and started to crush them. "From me parents. Both worked on this type of stuff before they were taken." She sniffed what she had been working on, nope wasn't done yet.
