" In the common room, they found Emer dozing in her chair, Lila scratching at the door, and Mine stirring a large pot and peering at its contents with an anxious, irritated expression. With a groan, the Archmage strode across the room and flung open the windows.
"It just needs more basil," Mine assured him. "No, it does not," Bram declared. "It needs less garlic. Didn't I tell you to follow a recipe?"
"I did follow a recipe!" Shouted Mine, defiantly flinging the rest of the basil into the pot.

"Show it to me, then."
"I threw it in the fire!"
"What have I told you about lying, child?"
"To get better at it! "

― Henry H. Neff , The Maelstrom (The Tapestry, #4)