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Ignis stirs the pot before bringing the spoon to his lips and taste testing your creation.
"Try some," he requests and you comply.
"Do you think that's enough thyme?" he asks while setting the used spoon aside and grabbing a clean one.
"Enough time for what?" you reply, smacking the taste on your lips.
"For the stew?" he says somewhat obviously and resumes stirring.
"Well, I mean it hasn't been going for that long, so I'd let it go a bit longer," you respond casually.
He looks at you confused before chuckling, "Ah, my dear. I see where you're mixed-up. I meant it as 'do you think we put enough thyme in it?'"
You furrow your brows at him.
"Uh, well... it didn't take too long to prep, I guess?"
An incredulous look crosses his face as he picks up a certain bottle of spice.
"Thyme... as in... the seasoning... thyme," he says slowly while wiggling the bottle from side to side, making sure the label is visible.
"Ohhhhh!" you exclaim at the realization as he begins nodding and smiling.
"I think you meant to say it like 'thi,' right? Thime," you explain as he stops mid-nod, his smile falling.
"Dare I ask how you pronounce this... " he wonders, defeatedly, as he picks up a bottle of jalapeño spice.
".... Jah-lah-pennoh," you timidly answer.
He sighs and takes off his glasses before pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
"You... have got a lot to learn."