You glance over at the door as Yvette nudges it open with her shoulder, hauling a bucket of water freshly drawn from the well just outside. She grunts quietly as she hefts the bucket onto the edge of an unusually large cooking pot, then dumps the water in. She looks up to see you watching. …It’s my family’s turn to cook for the upcoming harvest festival, this year. She explains. I hate to ask, but… I can’t carry this pot by myself. Could you give me a hand, please?
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