Sooner or later death will come for us all, and if I'd be so weak to die to some fungus...
She clenched her fist in frustration, crushing the details of her mission into a heap and shoving it into her pocket. The details were memorable enough that she wouldn't struggle to remember them: that the mushroom was tall and skinny, that it was mostly gray, with the difference being green dots aligning its flesh contrasting with the dullness of its majority.
"Simple.", the masquerader would mutter lowly to show her own confidence in the task.
With that, Celica set herself to the task and began rummaging through the forest, picking out mushroom after mushroom. Due to her love of cooking she noticed many of the mushrooms immediately as the kind that would go well as flavor enhancers towards future dishes. She would carefully and methodically place those particular fungi into her bag in a separate pocket from her job's required items. It was only after half an hour or longer that the butterfly realized she was actively prioritizing her own cooking dishes over her mission, and a slight blush crept across her obscured features upon being struck by this.
"Oh...", she would mutter out, flushed by her own blunder.
With that, she spent another five minutes gathering her cooking ingredients before setting out once more to her actual job. As there was no actual time limit other than to bring them back before nightfall, Celica felt at peace in the woods outside Oak Town. She was at ease, feeling this was as much a relaxing day trip as it was a job to be completed out of self gain. To highlight this, she sipped from a water canteen as she went, gracefully stepping through the forest and around any mushrooms that were a dead giveaway as being either too lethal for the job's requirements or just blatantly not the correct type of fungus.
After another fifteen minutes of this tactic, Celica happened across it: the first mushroom matching the description listed. Mentally she went over the details of it in her head once more, and upon confirming that it perfectly matched the job's requisites, plucked it from its place near a small tree. Inside of her bag was a smaller plastic bag, which she scooped it into carefully. One could not be cautious enough when dealing with poisons, especially when they were being stored in places one would usually keep more mundane and everyday items.
This process repeated for another hour, stumbling across multiple more until it was revealed to Celica that her plastic bag was now almost fit to burst with mushrooms meeting her job's description. She always was somewhat an overachiever, and as such it would be fitting that there was many more than the shopkeeper would likely pay for. In this regard she would be scamming herself, but surely it would at least impress the man once he reunited with her.
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