Objections Before Preparations

"If you don't have a problem with it, then I'll keep brainstorming while we wait for the seasonings to arrive." Rizz tapped his foot on the wood slat floor.

He ruffled his fingers through each jar and basket one by one. Every plant carried a specific scent that his honker of a nose tried to etch into his memory bank. Rizz tried to gather every bit of data he could for the system floriary using his senses. 

Occasionally, Rizz mumbled for the sake of his on-lookers. "Okay… That smells about right… Maybe this one… No, this one…"

The women had no idea what the goblin was doing. And even if Barka wanted to interject, Gillee wouldn't let her. She was constantly reminded of the blue crust chipping off of Rizz's side, as well as the dried blue bits flaking off of his slightly-scarred shoulder. 

Eventually, there was a knock at the door.