[ Salt. Alex liked to use salt for some reason or other, and Jaime could never comprehend it. Though he understood when he'd been told ages ago that it had some sort of cleansing property (a little bit like how it was used to clean wounds, wasn't that it?), he didn't much understand why.
But it wasn't his job to understand why regular old seasonings ought to keep supernatural presences at bay. So Jaime took the salt and poured as directed, albeit in a manner more clumsy than not.
His left hand was a useless, miserable thing.
Still, he got the job done. Fingers curled around the container, Jaime peered in to see there was still some left. He screwed it shut and walked to where Alex was to return it. ]
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But it wasn't his job to understand why regular old seasonings ought to keep supernatural presences at bay. So Jaime took the salt and poured as directed, albeit in a manner more clumsy than not.
His left hand was a useless, miserable thing.
Still, he got the job done. Fingers curled around the container, Jaime peered in to see there was still some left. He screwed it shut and walked to where Alex was to return it. ]
Is salt really going to save my boss' life?