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Her mother, Taquita, had a pretty low opinion of anyone that wasn't Ender or her children, but Lemure was fond of her grandmother, Scent Puff. In actuality, Lemure wasn't sure why her mother was so sour about other Phonies. Even though she also was quiet and introspective, she did understand the importance of socialization. The characters in her books were still her best friends, but it didn't hurt to branch out and talk with another living, breathing Phony.

She knocked on Scent Puff's door, and wondered what type of things they'd be doing together today. It didn't matter too much to Lemure what the activity was, but she did want to try to keep the outing short; visiting relatives was important, but there was a limit to how much she could handle in one sitting. Her social life was a work in progress, but Lemure kept chipping away at it.

Lemure's eyes were two giant saucers as she stared at all the stuff in her grandmother's house! Everything was glittery and gold! It was like the layer of Jean Paul, the sexy French vampire from the Nina Colt books that she loved so much. Although, she didn't want to think about her grandma having orgies in a gold plated bathtub like the characters in that book did.

Then she was told what the activity for the day was, and she was beyond stoked! "REALLY?! WE'RE GOING TO MAKE LOVE POTIONS?!" she blurted without thinking. She quickly covered her mouth, and lowered her tone, "That sounds really fun, Grandma! But I didn't bring my collection of locks of manes of boys I like." Lemure blushed even harder, "I mean, um, uh...." Whoops. She just admitted one of her creepy hobbies. Truth be told though, it wasn't much of a collection. She didn't get out much, and had even less opportunists to glean stray pieces of hair.

But in theory, she would have a larger collection of relics of old boyfriends once she was Old Enough, and could actually have boyfriends. And then when she saw them with other mares, she could work dark magic and hex them to be loveless forever. She read about that in a book once, and it sounded pretty cool.

Lemure slumped a little. A perfume? That wasn't nearly as interesting. Although the idea of smells doing the same thing as magic was pretty cool. She wanted to be able to drive someone wild with passion. Neverending romance would be her dream come true!

She looked over the edge of the pot, careful not to touch it and burn herself. "What ingredients are we using?" Those jars all looked fascinating, but she had no idea what any of it was.

This was a lot to take in all at once! Lemure grabbed the ingredients her Grandmother asked for, and put a bit of each into the pot. It smelled great so far! She wanted her perfume to smell unique though, and wanted to change the recipe slightly. Her eyes flicked from bottle to bottle, trying to puzzle out what would work best with what was already in there.

Finally, she settled on cloves; those would work well to make the spicy blend even better. "Grandma, I'd like to add these to the pot," she said while holding up a jar. The little black beads jingled as they rolled around. "Maybe just one or two? I wouldn't want to add too many and then smell like a Christmas ham."

Lemure blushed at the compliment. "Thanks, Grandma! It really means a lot to me that you say that... You are the best perfume maker in Phonyland; I can only hope to be partially as good at it as you are."

She was really glad that she came and spent the day here. She had to admit that she didn't want to be here at first, but now she understood how important family bonding can be. Making a love potion was something she couldn't have learned to do on her own. Sure, she could have looked up a recipe in a book, but it wouldn't have had that special touch.

All the bottles on the wall were beautiful! She wasn't sure exactly which one to pick. Her first thought was to get red for the passion she was hoping to inspire, but that seemed too cliche. Then Lemure pondered a black bottle to match her coat, but that was too morose for her taste. Finally, after much debate, she settled on a royal purple bottle. It had a soft shape and curve to it, and a dangling tassel attached to the top. The bottle reminded her of that dashing boy, Mooncake, that had caught her eye. She blushed just thinking about him.

"I'll use this one!" she beamed.

For Scent Puff, she picked one that was shaped like a rose. It was made of a foggy pink and white swirled glass.

"And I think you should put yours in this one. It reminds me of mom." Lemure handed her the bottles, and then watched as the perfume was poured in. Once they were full, she grabbed her's and held it close to her chest. "Thank you so much! I had a lot of fun today!"