"It’s open….but….I’m not doing fortunes today…."
Gale was seated on the floor, coat missing, with a cauldron between his legs. He hadn’t looked up yet, and was focusing on easing a thick, possibly sentient liquid from a long, thin bottle into the pot.
The Wizard sighed in relief once it popped into the bubbling substance with a small squeak and looked up slowly. His hair was a little frizzed from the humidity and vapors coming from the pot.
At the sound of his voice indicating the door was open, she stepped inside, closing it behind her to block off the chilly, outdoor air.
"Oh no it's fine, I don't do fortunes anyways." She spoke, quirking a questioning brow and wondering what he was doing.
"Um...oh!" She slipped her rucksack off her shoulders with ease, reaching inside and producing an odd looking mushroom. "I found this in the forest. Someone had mentioned they're rumored to be magic?" Molly shrugged her shoulders, glancing over the purple and pink mushroom that seemed to sparkle.
"I figured I might bring it to see if you knew anything about it?"