Latanya Perizada: *picks up jam and tries to get lid off*
Latanya Perizada: *face goes red trying to get lid off*
Latanya Perizada: *sets it aside*
Ronan Ceril: May I?
Latanya Perizada: *holds out jar*
Latanya Perizada: No magic, I don't like the taste of arcane in my jam
Ronan Ceril: *sets the staff aside*
Thorfinn Hausselkiff: *coughs hiding a chuckle*
Ronan Ceril: *takes the jar and grips the top with his bulkier left hand, and the jar itself with his right, and twists...*
*failed str check*
Ronan Ceril: *eyes narrow at jar.*
Ronan Ceril: MM, who closed this.
Thorfinn Hausselkiff: *gives them plenty of room*
Latanya Perizada: I just picked it up off a roadside stand?
Ronan Ceril: *examines it* Perhaps still wax sealed?
Latanya Perizada: .. *looks up at the ceiling*
Latanya Perizada: *looks back at the jar*
Thorfinn Hausselkiff: maybe you should grease it..
Latanya Perizada: *looks at Thorfinn*
Ronan Ceril: *sets the jar down; pulls off long gloves*
Ronan Ceril: *regrips the jar, tugs*
Thorfinn Hausselkiff: *waits tentatively while Ronan asserts his manhood*
*failed str check*
Ronan Ceril: *tug. tug. shakes his head, sets the jar down again, and recovers up his hands*
Ronan Ceril: *re-covers his hands.*
Thorfinn Hausselkiff: I could give it a go..?
Latanya Perizada: *grabs jar, smashes it into the table*
*successful str check*
Latanya Perizada: *breaks it open into her hand*
Latanya Perizada: *holds hand*
Thorfinn Hausselkiff: its probably loosened up.. *pauses* yep... loosened up..
Ronan Ceril: ....
Latanya Perizada: *holds hand*
Ronan Ceril: Latanya... are you hurt?
Latanya Perizada: *calmly walks outside*
Later Outside:
Latanya Perizada: *washes off hands*
Thorfinn Hausselkiff: Want me to call a healer?
Latanya Perizada: *saddened look.. says quietly* My jam.
Latanya Perizada: I can't eat it now it has glass in it *lip quivers*
Thorfinn Hausselkiff: It probably has glass in it now...
Latanya Perizada: *sniff*
Latanya Perizada: All i have is apricot jam now *cries in hands*