Well... I don't know, but. We won't know until we try, right?
[And so with a clap, Konoha presses her palms together tight, eyes closing tight a moment in thought as she envisions her idea of cooking oil, which is... rapeseed.
Arms now full of the yellow flowered plants, she searches about for a try of some kind.]
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[And so with a clap, Konoha presses her palms together tight, eyes closing tight a moment in thought as she envisions her idea of cooking oil, which is... rapeseed.
Arms now full of the yellow flowered plants, she searches about for a try of some kind.]
You can help too if you wash up.