"Please, Sir Jule, teach me how to make this 'Ice-Cream'... I'll give you anything you want," Jim's mother implored, her eyes filled with hope.
"Well, you saw me make it... just repeat the process. What else do you want?" Anon asked, his expression puzzled.
"I-I didn't properly observe your technique, and can you write down the names of the skills you used to make them? Mr. Jule, please, I'll give you 50, no... 70 gold coins to teach me this recipe and provide me with the skill names. Please," she pleaded, holding her hands tightly.
"I'm sorry, but I can't teach you, but I'll give you the skills for free. Just bring me a blank skill paper, and I'll write down the magic circles," Anon offered.
"Wait, you know how to transfer and draw skill magic circles?" Faith interjected.
"Oh, I know many things, Luv," Anon replied, glancing at Faith.
"Marry him, sister. Don't let him get away," Jim's mother whispered into Faith's ear.
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Who said cooking can't get you laid ?