23.May.22, 01:43 AM
With a small laugh, Lassalla held a cup out to the younger man, reaching and uncorking a bottle and pouring for the both of them. The drink was milder, the burn of alcohol tamped down by the sweetness of the juice. But there was still enough there to let a person get into trouble if they were’t careful. “Let me know how you like that mix, then.” She took a sip herself, letting the sweet and tart flavors dance across her tongue for a moment, sighing in contentment before she took another.
At the bronzerider’s comment she didn’t make any effort to hide the smile that spread across her features, noting the pointed way in which he looked toward the sunset instead of at her. Not like it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen already, but she appreciated the effort to be polite. Such manners were growing more and more rare, it seemed. “Indeed it is.”
A thought came to mind, making itself present with a chuckle. “By the way, we’ve been using that stew recipe of yours. Pretty sure it’s Rosi’s favorite thing, now. If she doesn’t eat in crèche she insists on helping make it out on the ledge.” It was a simple meal that her girls could easily put together themselves, and a makeshift fireplace had been set up on Neryseth’s ledge against the wall for the sole purpose of having a place to cook. Broth, vegetables, tubers and spices were in near-constant supply in the weyr now, and they all enjoyed trying to make it with the different offerings the kitchens had available in the way of proteins. “You wouldn’t happen to know of anything sweet we could try, hm?”
The feeling of a faint pout rippled across the bond she held with her gold, and she smirked at the creature. Neryseth had been more than pleased to have them cooking in some capacity in the weyr, particularly when she could convince the girls to give her tastes of whatever was on offer. But sweets weren’t her favorite. Lassalla shook her head with a sigh at the gold’s attitude. “Or spicy? For Neryseth. She likes to taste-test on occasion.”
After a moment, the woman shifted, giving the man a glance. Something about him wasn’t quite holding the generally pleasant demeanor he usually had. A lot had happened in the last turn, she hoped the man was holding up. “Everything alright?”
At the bronzerider’s comment she didn’t make any effort to hide the smile that spread across her features, noting the pointed way in which he looked toward the sunset instead of at her. Not like it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen already, but she appreciated the effort to be polite. Such manners were growing more and more rare, it seemed. “Indeed it is.”
A thought came to mind, making itself present with a chuckle. “By the way, we’ve been using that stew recipe of yours. Pretty sure it’s Rosi’s favorite thing, now. If she doesn’t eat in crèche she insists on helping make it out on the ledge.” It was a simple meal that her girls could easily put together themselves, and a makeshift fireplace had been set up on Neryseth’s ledge against the wall for the sole purpose of having a place to cook. Broth, vegetables, tubers and spices were in near-constant supply in the weyr now, and they all enjoyed trying to make it with the different offerings the kitchens had available in the way of proteins. “You wouldn’t happen to know of anything sweet we could try, hm?”
The feeling of a faint pout rippled across the bond she held with her gold, and she smirked at the creature. Neryseth had been more than pleased to have them cooking in some capacity in the weyr, particularly when she could convince the girls to give her tastes of whatever was on offer. But sweets weren’t her favorite. Lassalla shook her head with a sigh at the gold’s attitude. “Or spicy? For Neryseth. She likes to taste-test on occasion.”
After a moment, the woman shifted, giving the man a glance. Something about him wasn’t quite holding the generally pleasant demeanor he usually had. A lot had happened in the last turn, she hoped the man was holding up. “Everything alright?”