He left the sponge on the counter, washed and dried his hands; then he walked to the rack that Val had pointed to. When a while ago Val had been saying that he could have any jam except for apricot, Adrien thought he was just being silly; now that he was seeing the selection in question with his own eyes, he realized that he had not been joking at all. Atop the wooden rack sat at least two dozen jars of different sizes and shapes; with the one notable exception, the shelf did truly stock every jam he could think of asking for - plus a few that he wouldn't have even thought of. Adrien picked up one small jar and turned it in his hands.

"What's this? Peach and lavender jam? Wow, I've never even seen this before. Where did you get it?".

"I think I acquired that one in a specialty shop in... which city was it? Thersed, I believe", Val said.

"Wow, that's amazing", Adrien said as he put the jar back in its place. "That's quite a collection".

"Thank you", Val said with a little bow of his head. "Since the ingredients won't rot, I try to keep the pantry as stocked as possible".

"What do you mean, they won't rot?".