Bay was able to make a 'rustic' berry tart with the berries they had collected. Her fingers were stained with reds and blues from them, but Bay didn't mind. She also dropped some in some sweet, bubbly reisling to give the wine some added flavor. It was slowly turning a pinkish-red hue, and soon it'd go into the fridge, once the color was consistent.
She was happy with it, very much so. Very happy with the ability to cook here, because she liked the quality of the ingredients. They were having lamb chops, and the rosemary was fresh, and everything was wonderful, and she was excited about it. Super-fresh goat cheese and crackers made a nice snack while she got the lamb started.
"Yes. And she's old as dirt, too." Bay said as she signed, since it was easier while walking for Alice to hear her speak (or so Bay could only assume, honestly.)
She took her time, aware that Alice was slower. The path to the garden was tiled with ornate, colorful sandstone, full of silica, glittering as they walked on it. Leading to the gate that took them to where the berries were.
"He only sees her once a year, but she used to make me spend summers with her. Dad stopped it a few years ago."