[ Jaskier has a point. Right now, Ciri wants to enjoy the bounty while all their food is still warm, and without getting stepped on. With her mouth still full, she nudges Jaskier toward one of the buildings crammed along the sides of the street like mismatched puzzle pieces, some of them large and looming, others small and squat. There, they can duck against the wall and out of the way, not in peace but at least in relative safety from feet and elbows.

The skewer is already gone. She reaches for the bun next. ]

This is just enough to keep us going. Wasn't that the plan? We'll have more soon.

[ Though not that much more... considering they're sharing it between three of them in a brand-new city and Ciri and Geralt will both need supplies to be able to work properly. ]

...at least enough for a decent meal tonight. And some basic supplies.

[ By which she means some sort of weapon, at the very least. ]