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"Uberbob, drink that water," I said, pointing to the fountain, "we want to see if it's... cherry flavored."
"Yay, cherries!" Uberbob said, dipping his hand into the watter and bringing it to his mouth. He frowned disappointedly. "Nope. Just regular hydrogen-oxygen salad.
"Maybe," Fooruman began, "given enough years of constant study, I could construct a MAGIC SPELL capable of TRANSMUTATING this ordinary water into CHERRY FLAVORED water... perhaps!"
"Er, that's okay. We might need water, depending how long we're down here." The archmage looked distressed. "Here, take these chips," I added to make him feel better.
He gleefully accepted the bag of chips. "Merci, Herr Shurismo! I shall cherish it and name it Chippy."
While Fooruman hugged the bag of chips, I knelt down by the fountain (my injured leg gave out halfway, but it didn't matter because I was going down anyway). While pretty, something about the patterns told me that they weren't important.
And Radium didn't feel like drawing a complex picture for one red herring.
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