A woman must have her secrets, Jaskier. [ She teases, and it feels so good to simply banter like this again. To feel, at last, like she can breathe.
Ciri wanders toward the table while Jaskier goes back to his dough, still munching away at the bread. It's not half bad, but maybe she's just hungry. Rather, she's actually able to feel hungry for the first time in days. ]
It's not bad. The bread. [ She waves the stump of an already half-devoured loaf in his direction. ] Or the work. Wonder if we may be able to afford someplace with an attached stable. Though first, I need a horse of my own. One I can rely on.
[ No more easily-spooked rentals -- though in their defense, it's not like most everyday horses are trained for battle. ]
You aiming to open up a bakery on the side? The Brilliant Bread-Baker Bard. That's what they'll call you.
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Ciri wanders toward the table while Jaskier goes back to his dough, still munching away at the bread. It's not half bad, but maybe she's just hungry. Rather, she's actually able to feel hungry for the first time in days. ]
It's not bad. The bread. [ She waves the stump of an already half-devoured loaf in his direction. ] Or the work. Wonder if we may be able to afford someplace with an attached stable. Though first, I need a horse of my own. One I can rely on.
[ No more easily-spooked rentals -- though in their defense, it's not like most everyday horses are trained for battle. ]
You aiming to open up a bakery on the side? The Brilliant Bread-Baker Bard. That's what they'll call you.