Of course Bob was not listening. Nira'lia explained a whole lot of things for him without regard to how much he actually knew and she did not really answer the question of what it actually does or how to prepare it which only forced him to try figuring out himself. Based on her list, the yabarrow-yarrows probably had to be made into some sort of paste to be applied on the skin and that was the only thing he got throughout before he fell into his loop of 'chances.' It was Nira'lia's fault more than his really. How can she expect him to pay attention to her when she was not paying attention to him?
Her squeak was surprising but not more than when she slapped his wrist and forced him to drop the ivy. Thinking that she was worried that he was going to take it all he admitted that "I was just getting some for us..." did she say poison ivy?!? Oh dear. Granted he did not know how the infamous plant looked like, he heard of it. He even saw its effects a few times when some other patients came to his uncle's clinic scratching all over and he was beginning to start doing it himself. Eek! Just like the expression Nira'lia was wearing on her face right now.
While Bob knew exactly what happened he still could not allow her to realize that her suspicions is true. An old advice came back to him that women never wanted to be in the wrong because even if they are, they are right. Stalling for time while he thought about how to recover this situation and from the itch he gave the best lie that he as so far today. "Of course I was listening. You said it was poison ivy. Didn't you want some?" he asked putting on a baffled face while he looked at the plant. The petching one that grew along the hedges that had ruined his plans today.
Before he could try stalling for anymore time, he found Nira'lia doing the job for him through her healing. While he did not know exactly what it was he could feel the itchiness vanishing from his hands. Taking the chance Bob started building up the djed in him as long as he did not have to take the time to scratch an itch. Gradually as Nira'lia did her healing he found it easier to concentrate on his djed than his skin and like a widening gap in a dam, the djed increased in his mouth. Feeling the amount that he was not able to control too well thanks to the uncertainty from the healing, Bob quickly stopped and asked sheepishly "did I do something bad?"
Along with those stupid words, djed reached Nira'lia to make it seem less stupid and more plausible that Bob really did not know what was going on when a sudden thought of realization will come to the konti that "he honestly doesn't know." Adding to that with a disappointed face Bob will ask "maybe you can explain?" to try and get the same result that the konti wanted when she tried it on him. Unfortunately for her, Bob was not really one for guilt especially in small matters like this. Giving a sigh more because he might have to go through another lengthy explanation he asked "maybe a little slower and with less mediciney words because I didn't really get the Yarrow stuff except turn it into paste the next time I get cut?" Of course he was unsure about his guess but maybe now Nira'lia will explain things more properly as he asked.
Bob took one last look at the poison ivy to study its characteristics as Nira'lia explained or maybe left him alone. He was not going to let some pointy looking trio that came from the snake vine that probably supplied their disgusting poison humiliate him next time. Uncle Marny was wrong! He only told Bob to watch out for colourful plants but this was as plain green as the grass below. If only he knew, he would be more careful.
Her squeak was surprising but not more than when she slapped his wrist and forced him to drop the ivy. Thinking that she was worried that he was going to take it all he admitted that "I was just getting some for us..." did she say poison ivy?!? Oh dear. Granted he did not know how the infamous plant looked like, he heard of it. He even saw its effects a few times when some other patients came to his uncle's clinic scratching all over and he was beginning to start doing it himself. Eek! Just like the expression Nira'lia was wearing on her face right now.
While Bob knew exactly what happened he still could not allow her to realize that her suspicions is true. An old advice came back to him that women never wanted to be in the wrong because even if they are, they are right. Stalling for time while he thought about how to recover this situation and from the itch he gave the best lie that he as so far today. "Of course I was listening. You said it was poison ivy. Didn't you want some?" he asked putting on a baffled face while he looked at the plant. The petching one that grew along the hedges that had ruined his plans today.
Before he could try stalling for anymore time, he found Nira'lia doing the job for him through her healing. While he did not know exactly what it was he could feel the itchiness vanishing from his hands. Taking the chance Bob started building up the djed in him as long as he did not have to take the time to scratch an itch. Gradually as Nira'lia did her healing he found it easier to concentrate on his djed than his skin and like a widening gap in a dam, the djed increased in his mouth. Feeling the amount that he was not able to control too well thanks to the uncertainty from the healing, Bob quickly stopped and asked sheepishly "did I do something bad?"
Along with those stupid words, djed reached Nira'lia to make it seem less stupid and more plausible that Bob really did not know what was going on when a sudden thought of realization will come to the konti that "he honestly doesn't know." Adding to that with a disappointed face Bob will ask "maybe you can explain?" to try and get the same result that the konti wanted when she tried it on him. Unfortunately for her, Bob was not really one for guilt especially in small matters like this. Giving a sigh more because he might have to go through another lengthy explanation he asked "maybe a little slower and with less mediciney words because I didn't really get the Yarrow stuff except turn it into paste the next time I get cut?" Of course he was unsure about his guess but maybe now Nira'lia will explain things more properly as he asked.
Bob took one last look at the poison ivy to study its characteristics as Nira'lia explained or maybe left him alone. He was not going to let some pointy looking trio that came from the snake vine that probably supplied their disgusting poison humiliate him next time. Uncle Marny was wrong! He only told Bob to watch out for colourful plants but this was as plain green as the grass below. If only he knew, he would be more careful.
