[15][Discworld] Hubble, bubble, boil and trouble

[grassangel]

Title: Hubble, bubble, boil and trouble

Theme: 15, 'old age will distill you'
Series: Discworld (The Witches)
Characters/Pairings: Nanny (Gytha) Ogg, Granny (Esme) Weatherwax; barest mention of a person called 'Wilson' who I am sure actually appears in the books.
Rating: PG

Disclaimer: (for once) As the book say on the inside cover, pretty much everything Discworld belongs to Terry Pratchett and the copyright is also owned alongside Lyn Pratchett.

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"A home distillery? Really Gytha, you should know better." Granny Weatherwax shook her head at the complex set up of pipes and barrels assembled in Nanny Ogg's kitchen. There several things were dripping from pipe to pipe and barrel to floor and there were faint sounds of things boiling and bubbling merrily away as well as the more ominous sound of something being slowly dissolved from the inside out.

"Oh, Esme, I'm bein' 'self-sufficent'. You know, makin' me own brew on top of making me own food and er... you know other things that I make."

"Gytha, you don't make much more than this," she gestured extravagantly towards the haphazardly set up distillery, "and your own food. Even then, half of your own food is made from assorted bits people have given to you."

"Well, it's what a witch does, isn't it? Taking small payments here and there, and at least I don't hav' to have Wilson coming up here to every month to deliver. He come to taste my brew last month though and hasn't come around since."

"Well, it's nice to see that you're relying on and catering to yourself, Gytha." Granny Weatherwax nodded primly to herself,

"He did say he wanted to try it again this month, but I'm afraid he still hasn't woken up. Poor fellow is still knocked out from the bottle I gave him last time." Nanny Ogg continued pondering, somewhat oblivious to her friend's comment. "I guess he just isn't used to the hard stuff, despite bein' a brewer himself." She toddled off to check on the taps and pipes, carefully turning some on and others off, listening to the gurgling some barrels made and tipping in what appeared to be gunpowder into one of them.

Granny Weatherwax blanched at her statment, and paled even further (Or at least frowned more. Not many people could tell the difference) as she watched assorted substances being poured into the barrels.
She swore that as each addition was made, the slow gurgling of things being dissolved grew louder.

Gulping, she said her goodbye.
"I think I need to go check my bees now."

"Oh!" Granny Ogg called out to her as she passed through the door, "Bring me some honey sometimes so's I can make some mead will you!"