Luna loved cooking. Especially for her father. Of course, she never really knew what she was going to add before she got started.
First she would make her way down to the small river the made its path through the forest out behind their Rook. She would sit on its shore until something came floating down that resembled a cooking ingredient. Sometimes it was a leaf, others a berry, or a stick, or even a dead mouse. She didn't really care. Mummy had always said that the earth provides and you just have to make do with what it gives you.
Today she got a couple of bright pink berries with dark green leaves. She didn't know what they were, only that they looked yummy! So she quickly grabbed them and made her way back up the hill about half way. There she sat on one of the rocks. (There was a huge patch of them! All of them were different lengths and heights.) She grabbed one of the smaller boulders that littered the top of her table and mushed the berries into a paste, then she shredded the leaves. When that task was done, she went over to the garden and picked a Swirling Gurmino. It was a lovely green fruit that when split revealed a rich red center.
She took the Swirling Gurmino back to her rock table and smashed it open. One of the pieces came out in the shape of a bowl and she happily took it. Grabbing another of the small boulders, this one in a curved shape, she gently pried all of the delicious red stuff from the green covering. (Of course she ate that part. Nothing goes to waste just like Mummy says.) Once that was completed she added in the paste and shredded leaves, heading back down to the river to grab some floating sticks and take some water. All of it was stirred and then she headed into the house.
"Daddy I made you some soup!" Her smile was bright as she handed the makeshift bowl to her pale father.
"Oh this looks wonderful my dear Luna!" He stood up from his desk and made his way to the kitchen. She followed behind him, shivering with excitement. Oh she hoped that her daddy loved it! "Mmm, it tastes like the river! Whatever did you add my dear?" Her daddy took another sip, this time paling when he took a sip.
"These great smelling pink berries! The River spirit gave them to me!" She grinned as her daddy set the bowl down.
"This tastes amazing my lovely Luna. Daddy has to finish his paper but he'll finish his soup later okay?" The girl nodded before skipping up to her room happily. Xenophilius sighed, making his way to the fireplace. "St. Mungo's!"
"What was the diagnostic this time?"
"Poor man ate a soup that his daughter made him. The only downside was that the berries she found were poisonous. He'll be queasy for a couple of days."
"Wasn't there anything that we could give him?"
"Nope. All of the treatments for nausea would've caused an allergic reaction."