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Gravey did a wonderful job telling a super cute story through her art so... I kinda didn't need to write up a blurb explaining what happened like I usually do! Instead I opted to write a few words leading into what happened and befell poor Mana here! She should be a bit more careful about what sort of snacks she sneaks from the fridge!

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Grumbles, obnoxious and impossible to ignore, radiated out from Mana’s stomach.

“Tummy, please. Work with me here,” the rabbit mouthed back. Pestle in hand, Mana noisily took to grinding up flower petals within the oil slicked curves of the stone mortar before her. Arrhythmic tinks filled the musty alchemy laboratory.

Mana’s increasingly boisterous belly answered back with a pained roar.

The rabbit rolled her eyes. “I suppose I did skip breakfast…” she reluctantly acknowledged. Dragging an arm across her whiskered button nose, stifling pollen induced sniffles and snuffles, Mana mulled the prospect of an early lunch.

She shrugged. “Why not,” Mana thought aloud as she shoved the ingredients for her latest potion to be off to the side. Wiath a sashay in her step, the rabbit’s broad feet quietly thumped along the hardwood floors stained with countless splotches.

“Now what am I in the mood for,” she asked aloud. Mana thrummed her fingers along tummy only to receive an uncaring, and unhelpful, gurgle in response. “Well that narrows it down,” the rabbit snorted as she casually swung her hips side to side.

Slowly but surely, dragging out her approach in the vain hope she’d make up her mind along the way, Mana ambled over towards a stone cupboard tucked in the corner of her lab. Tugging it open, her teeth clenched and rattling from the friction of one stone door scraping against another, a frigid pall settled upon her as an icy mist spilled out from it. Talismans, etched with the likeness of snowflakes and situated upon every shelf, hummed gently as they sucked the heat from the very air.

Mana reached inside and fumbled through the contents lining the various shelves. Frost came to coat her fuzzy fingertips as she knocked against heads of lettuce, slices of meat buried beneath mounds of salt, and frigid loaves of bread. None of which she had purchased.

“A sandwich does sound good…” she trailed off while she ogled the necessary ingredients. “As does a stiff drink!” Mana smirked as she snatched up a potion flask, sheets of ice sloshing against the curves of its glassy interior, and consciously ignored the crumpled labeling wrapped around it.

Lunch in hand, or at the very least the myriad parts and pieces that would eventually comprise it, Mana knocked the stone cupboard closed with a swing of her hips. “Owe ya one, Bianca,” the rabbit snickered as she shamelessly mooched off of her business partner...