“You know your friend Charist is listening to us,” Jason told Allayeth. “I’m not going to go giving up my secrets for free. I want information in return.” “What do you want?” she asked, her voice sober. “You have to tell me everything about the sauce that was in that sandwich.” Arabelle slapped a hand over her face and Allayeth’s eyebrows moved upwards. “And I mean everything,” Jason said. “Where you got it, what it’s made of, what is the process. Are there variants? How are the ingredients cultivated? In what conditions? Who made it? Did they grow the ingredients themselves? How is it stored?
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