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[standingonmyneck]

[Obviously, farming wasn't her style. But she knew she had to make money. As long as she was stuck in this place, she had to do what she could to survive. It was the first time she wasn't outright guaranteed a job of some kind. This was the frugal life, and she had to deal with it. But there had to be a better way to make some kind of profit. Anything to avoid breaking her feeble small body, she guessed.

Which meant Daria had to work at trying to make best out of her bad situation now (being whisked away AGAIN and all) and try...to do something about it. So for a few days, she spent extra time reading books. For research. Lots of research.



Which brought her to today. Now she had a question. She wasn't good at asking the public for things, or good with the public in general. But anyway, information. She needed it.]

I need some ginger root and glass jars. If anyone knows where I can get them pretty cheaply, I'd appreciate it. Thanks.

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[whisted]

What kind of jar?

[standingonmyneck]

Glass ones. Like those mason jars. You could buy at bulk easy even if you were a broke college student back at my place. But now I’m not at college and still broke.

[whisted]

Sorry, I wasn't clear. What size of jar? Half-pint? Half-gallon? Wide mouth?

[standingonmyneck]

Half pints. Or even smaller if you can. I don’t know how much material I’m going to be able to afford. So better safe than sorry on it.

[whisted]

Smaller?

What are you making?

[standingonmyneck]

[...Okay, she knows she should just admit it. It might make her case better.]

Ginger tinctures. Figure if I'm going to be forced to live here, might as well find work doing what's more my cup of tea. So to speak.

[whisted]

Like medicine?

Is ginger good for that?

[standingonmyneck]

Ginger is good for nausea, inflammation, motion sickness, loss of appetite, etc. So, yeah.

My idea was if I made natural tinctures, it would be something else I could do instead of lugging farm equipment.

[whisted]

Won't you still have to grow the ginger?

[standingonmyneck]

If all goes well, I'm hoping just a little bit of outsourcing from the market would still make a profit in the end. I have some cash, and a farmer won't throw up.

It's a work in progress.

[whisted]

I'll let you know if I find any, then.

[standingonmyneck]

Thank you for understanding. I appreciate it.