"Yes, yes. Thank you kindly." The gratitude went to the server as Jancis picked up the edges of the cloth 'game-board' and moved it to the far side of the table. Her smile returned to the servers as the platters were put down, family style, trying to show how much she appreciated their help.
She didn't wait for Franz to start, quickly taking her own scoops of food from each type. Just one spoonful. It wasn't for the reason to only nibble or eat like a bird. She was truly hungry after making haste once receiving his letter to meet him here; the past days required a lot of food for the amount of walking and energy used. But if he was waiting for her to prepare a plate, then she wanted to do it with haste so he could prepare his too knowing she was taken care of.
Besides, it's not like he could eat the rest, right?
His concern for her and others was very apparent. She had realized it with his sour cold words last the met. It took her far too long to realize the ploy; and by then they had both departed. But that was the past with other pains. Here they were in a warm place with warm food, the elements serene at present.
"Is nice of them to serve us here. I did learn how to interact with others in Gridania bringing out food." She commented, waiting for his plate to fill before she started to eat. "Lady Aya spoke of her staying here in the past. Was a guard at the northern border of the Hedge, I believe she mentioned singing and doing odd jobs here when that was done."
Her small chitchat continued between quiet breaks of eating. Drifting from talking about Aya, she spoke about figuring out how to make apple tarts in a skillet for Lady Leanne and a little gambling game they had played, the people at the pilgrimage and the stories, working with flower pressing and finding the early spring blossoms, and reading about a mysterious ink that would bring senses to life when written with.
"Will be worth trying, even if the snails are poisonous to make the ink. Dare think I can handle them, even if I have to build up some resilience to the toxin."
Jancis kept looking at Franz as she spoke, trying to be open about her thoughts and ideas. But she didn't want to just yak away. Halfway through her plate, she reached over to get some of the remaining food and asked, "I have thought about what you said before; about having books. Are any your own? Things you have written down?"
Her intention wasn't just polite conversation. He had spoken about lost memories before. Forgetting about Edda and staring at her. Did he write down things in case they'd slip away. Even if her curiosity was unfounded, it would be nice to know more and she waited politely attentive for his answer.
She didn't wait for Franz to start, quickly taking her own scoops of food from each type. Just one spoonful. It wasn't for the reason to only nibble or eat like a bird. She was truly hungry after making haste once receiving his letter to meet him here; the past days required a lot of food for the amount of walking and energy used. But if he was waiting for her to prepare a plate, then she wanted to do it with haste so he could prepare his too knowing she was taken care of.
Besides, it's not like he could eat the rest, right?
His concern for her and others was very apparent. She had realized it with his sour cold words last the met. It took her far too long to realize the ploy; and by then they had both departed. But that was the past with other pains. Here they were in a warm place with warm food, the elements serene at present.
"Is nice of them to serve us here. I did learn how to interact with others in Gridania bringing out food." She commented, waiting for his plate to fill before she started to eat. "Lady Aya spoke of her staying here in the past. Was a guard at the northern border of the Hedge, I believe she mentioned singing and doing odd jobs here when that was done."
Her small chitchat continued between quiet breaks of eating. Drifting from talking about Aya, she spoke about figuring out how to make apple tarts in a skillet for Lady Leanne and a little gambling game they had played, the people at the pilgrimage and the stories, working with flower pressing and finding the early spring blossoms, and reading about a mysterious ink that would bring senses to life when written with.
"Will be worth trying, even if the snails are poisonous to make the ink. Dare think I can handle them, even if I have to build up some resilience to the toxin."
Jancis kept looking at Franz as she spoke, trying to be open about her thoughts and ideas. But she didn't want to just yak away. Halfway through her plate, she reached over to get some of the remaining food and asked, "I have thought about what you said before; about having books. Are any your own? Things you have written down?"
Her intention wasn't just polite conversation. He had spoken about lost memories before. Forgetting about Edda and staring at her. Did he write down things in case they'd slip away. Even if her curiosity was unfounded, it would be nice to know more and she waited politely attentive for his answer.
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