Did Gerald go overboard with the injuries he had accrued to save the last drop? It was a question he had asked himself and found that what he had done was totally worth the hassle.

The few bleeding cuts on the soles of his feet and knees where the glass shards have embedded itself was nothing to him but a sharp sting. Even now as he beat his shoulder muscles to lift himself off the ground using his wings, his decent vitality stat was already kicking in to heal him. His body already pushing out most of the shards before the magical platelets in his blood sealed the cuts and quickly scabbing over to finally fall off in but a few moments.

Yet the leftover throbbing dull pain in his left foot and right knee suggesting that he had healed over two shards. The shards must have went in all weird and caused complications in the healing process. Therefore leaving him no option but to make a small incision and retrieve the embedded shard, or else kill himself and refruit in a fresh body. Whatever he got round to doing first, he would decide later.

For looking back he noticed that Silky had awoken. She was still of a very distressingly light green colour and barely lifted off the dirt floor even as he flitted over to her.

Landing down whilst favouring his right foot Gerald asked “How ya doing kiddo? Ya used tah’ much magic an’ fell asleep?”

Silky has never done that before..eurgh… Silky has a pain in her thoughts… I think.. I think I won’t be doing that again. But it’s ok, because even now Silky is feeling the mana from Silky’s growing mushroom forest and Silky is feeling better by the moment.

“Well kid, ta pain in your head’s called a headache and somethin’ I’m mighty familiar wi’ maself, hee hee!” joked Gerald even as he happily noticed how a green lustre was slowly returning to Silky.

Mister Gerald also use too much magic to make stuff?

“Ach nothin fancy like ta! Just havin’ too much ta drink sometimes is all.”

What is this drink that also gives Mister these horrible headaches?

“Ah well whatever bevvy I can gi’ my hands on really. Nothin’ like a strong drink ta make a day go by in a warm fuzzy haze!”

How does this bevvy do this? It gives you headaches AND makes you feel warm and fuzzy? Is it also magic?

“Nah kiddo its nothin fancy like ta, just a good’ol fashioned poison people have perfected down to the last mote, ta everybody takes ta make’em forget the shitey lives they live fra’ a moment. And THEN after it wears of is when yous get the headaches,” answered Gerald with a knowing grin.

That sounds.. stupid to Silky.

Finding no fault in her assessment, Gerald could only agree with the grin quickly dropping from his face.

“Nevermind ta kiddo, I’ve got yous some things ta take in, like yous did wi the pencils. But yous dinnae have to make’em yet. Just eat em up and make me ta things I need when yous feel better, ok?”

OK Silky can do that.

Gerald then quickly withdrew the scrappy purse along with the jerky, unfortunately incomplete pink cake and the sticker piece with the tiny cider droplet. The last item he gingerly set down onto the floor, as if it were a sacred treasure.

“Here first I want yous to eat up this wee bag,” he said whilst gesturing towards the purse.

He then waited a few moments as she complied by assimilating the purse. Gerald noted how she took slightly longer to break down the Union and tri-Divine bronzes, whilst the penny seemed to disappear on its own before rushing in to add some colour to Silky.

That was made by the Queen mother…

“Nevermind ta bitc- Ach, I mean nevermind Isaldra right now. Now what’s important here was ta wee bit o’string on ta bag see.”

Ok Silky remembered It.

“Good now when you’re feeling better, I’m wanting yous to make us one big blanket made of ta stuff. And before yous ask, a blanket is just like the string.. but a big big sheet of ta stuff all woven up together.”

Why not just make it the same? Wait is this.. training for Silky? She asked excitedly whilst wobbling in the air.

“Oh aye training, now shut it yous. We’ve got more training to talk about for yous.”

Seeing her quickly become still Gerald then continued.

“Now fra the string yous will be making a big blanket ta can cover up me whole body easily ok? Yous will be making three of these blankets.”

Ok no problem Mister! Silky will do it as soon as she has more mana.

“Kid I’ve no finished so dinna interrupt. Little children should be seen an no heard. Now where was I? Oh aye and fra the string I’l be needing one more thing, a wee bit bigger en’ ta blanket ta is also made a lot lot more thicker, this is called a mattress.”

Having concluded his string based requests, Gerald moved on to the jerky and the cake.

“Now see this here piece of rock solid shite?” he asked whilst holding up the jerky.

Yes.

“I’m wanting yous to make it again. And no do nothing ta fancy wi’ it except just make it a wee bit softer. And this here broken cake?” he asked whilst holding up the piece of pink doughnut.

Yes?

“Make it again, but big and circular with the pink stuff all over the outside. More importantly, NAE holes in the middle!”

Okay mister Gerald Silky will try her best. She replied before quickly consuming the foodstuffs. Gerald noted with justified satisfaction that she did take even longer to absorb the piece of jerky than she had done with the bronze coins.

“Good kid your no a bad kiddo, but I’l need yous to listen up good because this here next is very important ta your old man Gerald ok?” he asked with one hand behind his back whilst the other gestured towards the sticker on the ground.

He was met with silence as Silky seemingly perked up by floating closer towards the object of their attentions. Seeing that she was indeed taking it as seriously as he had asked her to, he nodding in satisfaction before squatting down. Then he proceeded to lie down with his face pressed against the dirt beside the sticker.

“What I’m wantin, is for yous to take in ta wee drop o cider here. And I want yous ta remember it real good, because its one of them drinks we talked about and I NEED IT.”

What?