[ While Geralt readies the meat into conveniently sized pieces, Himeka turns her attention to what should accompany said skewers--namely some sort of decently scorch-able vegetable. Thankfully she had pre-conjured an assortment of different ingredients just in case.
Onions and peppers are an inarguable addition, but she also produces some long gourds that look like either squash or zucchini (or whatever the Eorzean equivalent is) and some sizable mushrooms. Placing the assortment on the counter, she nods figuring they will make both a tasty and a colorful display.
Just as she readies her own knife--never mind the strange glow that it emanates, it really is just a simple kitchen knife that has been glamoured to be...shiny. She worked for it, okay?--she pauses at Geralt's comment. A blink and she should be sheepish, but instead she just has to huff as an amused smile takes her lips. ]
Is that what Estinien called me?
[ She shakes her head. This...while not her intention, could provide a useful opportunity for her as well. Get some insight to what Geralt thinks of her friend, knowing how poorly their last discussion went. ]
It's honestly a title he has earned for himself being something of the emissary between man and dragon since the war ended. I just helped renovate their garden.
[ An understatement, of course, but also not inaccurate. The Zenith looks quite nice, thank you. She moves back to her vegetables and begins slicing up the peppers. ]
I imagine he didn't afford himself the same laudable reputation?
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Onions and peppers are an inarguable addition, but she also produces some long gourds that look like either squash or zucchini (or whatever the Eorzean equivalent is) and some sizable mushrooms. Placing the assortment on the counter, she nods figuring they will make both a tasty and a colorful display.
Just as she readies her own knife--never mind the strange glow that it emanates, it really is just a simple kitchen knife that has been glamoured to be...shiny. She worked for it, okay?--she pauses at Geralt's comment. A blink and she should be sheepish, but instead she just has to huff as an amused smile takes her lips. ]
Is that what Estinien called me?
[ She shakes her head. This...while not her intention, could provide a useful opportunity for her as well. Get some insight to what Geralt thinks of her friend, knowing how poorly their last discussion went. ]
It's honestly a title he has earned for himself being something of the emissary between man and dragon since the war ended. I just helped renovate their garden.
[ An understatement, of course, but also not inaccurate. The Zenith looks quite nice, thank you. She moves back to her vegetables and begins slicing up the peppers. ]
I imagine he didn't afford himself the same laudable reputation?