[ that's why sam's handling it, after all. it's disheartening, and it's exhausting, and half the time it feels like he's doing a whole lot of work for a whole lot of nothing, especially with how often he notices the faces he meets disappearing months after they've arrived, but someone needs to.

but this time around, he's also just missed her. it's been a few weeks since he was watching the house, since ciri was taken, since all that went down. it was time for a check in. ]

It's still not quite like how I could do it back home, but there's only so much I can do without a modern oven. Getting closer every time, so I'm glad it's up to snuff. [ a grin, a shrug. he tries, and while he knows he's getting closer and closer (thanks to just how many people are now out and about looking for spices and oils and food) there's still some part of him that knows better.

still - he's always going to enjoy having his favorite people enjoy his food. and julie's always been an honest, real judge of that. ] But my god, I miss sea food. One of the things I hate most about this desert.

[ when he leans back and glances around, sam follows her eyes - notices how they edge towards the unfamiliar faces, the newly summoned. he takes a drink from his tankard. ] Here, until they find a place of their own if they want. I've already talked to Mag, it'll be tight but it should all work out. Worse case scenario they get randomly bunked up with new friends. [ he doesn't sound super excited about it, but he'll always make it work in the end. ]

It does feel like there are a lot of them lately. Not just here, either.