[Third Person].
Meredith spent the quiet hours of the afternoon in her workstation with rolled-up sleeves, completely alone.
She preferred it that way today.
On the wooden counter before her lay two ripe pineapples. She rinsed them thoroughly, the cool water splashing softly against the basin, then reached for her knife.
Carefully, she peeled away the thick skins, setting the golden flesh aside and keeping the peels intact. The scent of fresh pineapple quickly filled the room, sweet and sharp.
She washed the peels once more, then placed them into a clean glass jar. Next came a cinnamon stick. She rinsed it carefully, snapping it in half so it would release more of its warmth and spice, then dropped it into the jar as well.
She poured warm filtered water over the contents, just enough to submerge everything. After that, she added a small spoon of raw honey, stirring slowly until it dissolved. The liquid clouded slightly, already beginning to take on a pale amber hue.
