[ She nods, knowing it's important to learn what she can of the way the other factions perceive one another. Will she remember this at the time of need? Possibly. It depends on how much the juicy sweetness of these grapes outweigh the gravity of the situation. It may be a toss up. ]

I'd say it's nice to be well-received for a change...although you were already, weren't you?

[ That's how they met, after all--a curious Honored Guest wandering about in the dungeons. That cheese was exactly what she needed at the time and will always have a place in her heart, no matter how quickly it was devoured. ]

A housewife?

[ She looks at him with visible confusion. ]

I'm a culinarian, Jaskier.

[ Will she defend her numerous heroic exploits? Meh. Will she defend her title of Master Culinarian? To the fucking grave. ]

A good pan can last you a lifetime and who knows how long we'll be stuck here? Until we figure out how to wrangle this whole Singularity situation.

[ She waves her hand off and pops a few more grapes into her mouth as she continues. ]

I suppose? Mayhaps not as much as performing suits you. Estinien gets on well with the sheep, though the farm I grew up on was very different.

[ Solvunn's people, however...she finishes chewing first. ]

They are...well, they have been rather nonplussed about it, actually. I'd been expecting a little more distrust or confusion, but as long as we all do our part as members of the community, they seem perfectly content to allow us to stay.