[ If he doesn't have a preference, then Geralt will find himself with a bottle of ale placed next to him, before Rinwell heads to the coldbox and pulls out the tub she'd been keeping cool inside.

Frozen, even, aided and abetted by a little ice magic application as and when required. She doesn't need a stool for this part, at least, and seems pleased as the lid is carefully peeled back and her work examined. A spoon, a spoon, her kingdom for a— ah! ]

I learned a little off and on. But we had to take turns, and everyone pitched in with learning recipes on the road.

One friend of mine is picky, even when he says he isn't. [absently mentioned; she's only really spoken of her absent friends with Ciri, and only recently at that] He'll eat anything meat, but hates eating greens. And sugar. [how can you hate sugary things?? honestly.]

He's not a big fan of this dessert. But I hope you'll like it.

[ Said, as she scoops a small helping out and into one of the few clean bowls; she's going to have to rinse things out and tidy when they're done, but that's no hardship in the grand scheme of things. And Rinwell looks genuinely eager for Geralt's opinion on her dish as she turns back and brings it over. Cold, creamy coloured, and smells sweet. ]