" Hannasmirked."Yes, but this is cooking, it's not like potions at all." Not like potions? You did not just say that my dear, please tell meyou did no... say that!" exclaimed Nora-Adrienne.Orenda took a nervous step back. "Well...uh..." Both cooking and potion making require precise ingredients, right?"Orenda simply nodded her head."And it is possible to add a lethal ingredient to either which maycause death, and you wouldn't want that to happen now would you?" But were just making muffins, they. ”The Brigadier looked around and couldn’t help himself, “I hope you haven’t got anything too strenuous in mind.”Andrew chuckled, “Not until we’ve all gone through the augmentation process, I haven’t and in all seriousness I hope you are never needed to fight. The forecast is that the Sa’arm won’t reach Albion for at least thirty years, and that’s only if the human race doesn’t do anything about it in the meantime. The more likely estimate is that it is going to be something like a minimum of a. But I was all butterfingers when I tied the roll to the rope right below the window. After I had made sure it was safely in place my anxiety started jumped up one more notch It was not easy to get out the window again. But I had to move, everything had taken longer than it should have. I jumped onto my chair and again swung first one, then the other leg over the sill. I turned until t was lying face down on the window sill, my legs dangling outside. But I had little time left, I had to take. As I parked by her gate, I told her I had a really good time and would like to do it again. She agreed. I was away on a sales trip for the rest of that week, so I made a date for the Saturday night. She liked to go dancing and as an exiled Scot in England I was a member of the local Scottish society and it was holding a Ceilidh that night and I suggested we go there.Their dances were a mixture of Scottish reels, and Jigs, barn dances and what we called old time dancing. She had never done.