Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-26130256-20160407090151

"And, here we are!" Opal gestured grandly at her garden. Somehow, when Daphne had turned her back, the mob wife had both found a long white labcoat to put on over her dress and thrown her hair into a bun, using two of her throwing knives like chopsticks to hold it in place.

"Along this side is where I keep most of my actual chemistry equipment," she gestured towards a set of counters with a surprisingly well-stocked chemistry lab. "And these window boxes on the wall are where I start my plants before moving them to the garden proper.  And beyond that are the soil beds where I do most of my growing." Opal stopped, then paced a little, snapping her fingers as she went.

"There was something else I wanted to show you, but I can't remember...  Some project of yours that Azzie told me about..." After a minute or two, she jumped and shouted in approval. "The corrosive recipe, that's what it was!  You were working on some kind of corrosive recipe for a dart, and you were having some kind of trouble, yes?"