No. 80: "Grass, weed, that's what you have been gathering?"
Alan: "How about a bet?"
No. 80: "A bet?"
Alan: "Yeah, I bet you will treat this grass like gold, and you will be thanking me in…. less than an hour with crying eyes."
Number 80 had an astonished look on his face as he could not believe his ears.
No. 80: "My excellent junior, you are delusional at best now."
Alan had a smile on his face as he started sorting all kinds of herbs, laying them on the ground.
Alan: "Can you help me with something, senior?"
No. 80: "Sure, what do you want?"
Alan: "Apply heat on these herbs, but do not burn them; we only want them to dry out."
With a skeptical look on his face, number 80 did exactly what Alan wanted, applying the heat from his art to dry out all the herbs.
No. 80: "Here you go, done."
Alan: "Thank you."
Number nine was watching this exchange as she tied up the place, completely baffled by the behavior of those two.
