What? [He startles, gaping at her.] What's wrong with cabbage rolls? I love them! They're so wet, and... and home-y! Oh, you've made this an entire thing, now I'm making it a conversation.

[And so he shall begin sharing the merits of cabbage rolls, and specifically the cabbage rolls his chaos makes, because this is the life she is living now.

It is an annoying one, perhaps, but it is no mere coincidence Yennefer's glass never fails to be full as he fills it, and he never fails to offer her more food, or reach to tuck a bit of stray, wayward hair behind hear ear.

Annoying one, but fond, too.]