Kate glanced outside as she pretended to dab more glaze onto a pot. Nobody was around, so she quickly set the ceramic and the brush onto a workbench, and dashed over to the kiln.
Opening the door, she quickly pulled out what had been baking in it, and shoved a selection of clay pieces into it. The smell of bread would soon be masked by the different glazes on the pots, especially with the strongly scented plants she had been mixing into the paints lately.
With that done, she carefully picked up the finished piece, taking it over to an inconspicuous corner of the workshop to hang so that it could cool. She smiled with satisfaction as she looked it over.
"THE SHERYFF IS A BESLUBBERING PUTTOCK"
Pleased, she went to retrieve the man behind the work. The recipe was his, but this particular phrase had been all hers. She wondered if it was wrong to be excited that most of Nottingham was going to be talking about her aspersion toward the sheriff.
Nah, she figured. Calling the sheriff names was just telling it like it was. Nothing wrong with that, at all.
