RP for A and River

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It had been a productive summer for A's garden, and he'd laid in plenty of preserves and pickles and other culinary delights. But the original purpose of his garden had been medicinal, and that didn't go neglected either. He was working on a batch of salve now, carefully grinding herbs with a mortar and pestle, stirring lightly simmering pots of melting beeswax. It was careful work, but not overly demanding, and having River's company made it as pleasant as any leisurely afternoon.

"If this batch comes out well, we should get some nicer jars," he mused, stirring cocoa butter into melting wax. "We could make balms to give as gifts."