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[thecookery]

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crystal

[ichaer]

[ Sometime in the middle of the night. ]

Do you know how to make cookies?

[thecookery]

[Maker's breath, Ciri. Do you know how little sleep she already gets most nights? You are getting such a half-awake grumbling at.]

...do you have any idea what time it is?

[ichaer]

[ Welcome to the shitty sleep club, we meet on Fridays and everyone gets a jacket. ]

Late... ish.[ She'd get up but a dog is sleeping on top of her at the moment. ] So is that a yes or a no?

[thecookery]

[A jacket? What about a snuggie instead?

Also, siiiiiiiigh.] Yes. Why?

[ichaer]

[ We could definitely work it in somehow. ]

Halamshiral's terrible excuse for cookies made me think about these cookies I used to get when I lived in Denerim. I wanted to try making them but I'm shit when it comes to baking.

[thecookery]

And now sounded like the time to ask me about it?

[She rubs at her eyes and grumbles indistinctly...]

What kind were they?

[ichaer]

Obviously.

[ You love it. ]

Shortbread cookies, I think. It's been awhile but they had these drops of jam right in the middle of them.

[thecookery]

[She nods, too tired to think about how pointless the gesture is.]

I know the kind. So... what? You expect me to walk you through making them or something?

[ichaer]

At least make sure I don't burn anything down, I wouldn't want you out of a job. [ She chuckles. ]

I'll make it worth the trouble.

crystal, slightly backdated to end of harvestmere

[ichaer]

[ It's not the middle of the night when Ciri's voice appears over the crystal. She sounds like it might as well be the middle of the night considering how utterly exhausted she sounds but that's what riding back from the Dales after a rough battle does to a person. ]

Hey, you done with your work for the day?

[thecookery]

[There's a fairly lengthy pause before she gets a response.]

More or less. Why?

[ichaer]

[ Which gives her time to slip out of the medical tents, stretching tiredly and yawning. ]

Because after riding all the way from the Dales, I'm going to baths to soak and drink. Interested?

[thecookery]

[Another pause, though smaller than the last one.]

Are you buying? [And then before she has a chance to answer:] Give me a tick to finish up.

[ichaer]

Already bought or rather gifted. Some locals passed them off in thanks for getting rid of their pests.

[ If one could call Red Templars just pests. ] Right, I'll see you down there.

Action!

[thecookery]

[Avery doesn't bother responding further. The plans have been set. What more is there to say? She just finishes up the last of her work for the day and tries not to think about whether or not this is going to be weird somehow. Or why she would need to try not think about whether or not this is going to be weird somehow.

Thankfully, she was right about being just about finished with her work, so it's not TOO long before she finally arrives at the baths, grimacing with effort of trying to work out a kink in her neck.]

[ichaer]

[ The baths truly are a miracle, Ciri decides once she is undressed and in the water. It's her first chance to relax since leaving for the Dales. The fight against Samson had been tiring in more than one way with her body still showing harsh reminders in the form of cuts and bruises.

They are being very much ignored in favor on soaking and drinking. There's a wooden box near the water's edge, dark bottle and smelling heavy of honeyed spices. She's humming, relaxing back against the pool's edge before the sound of someone arriving gets her to crack her eye open. ]

Took you long enough!

[thecookery]

Aye, well, some of us actually have duties when we're inside the walls as well.

[Avery finishes wandering over as she talks, looking to the bottle and then to Ciri, a twinge of- of something at the base of her neck, which she reaches up and rubs at once more. She also frowns a little and raises an eyebrow at Ciri's new wounds, however minor.]

You look a mess.

crystal

[ichaer]

Hey... are you busy?

( hmm. someone sounds tired and generally unlike themselves, there's also the sound of waves and other voices in the background that very much pinpoint her being in kirkwall. weird, wasn't she supposed to be in ansburg still? )

[thecookery]

Always.

[Said sort of distracted and automatic, her default answer. But, obviously, that doesn't mean she can't get some time to herself if she has a good enough reason. Then, with slightly more attention and... concern(?):]

Why? What's going on?

[ichaer]

Isn't that the truth.

( she chuckles, sort of but ultimately sighs. )

I didn't make friends with the Ansburg Wardens, might have said we should burn down the fortress and left ahead of senior members. Have you ever been to the Deep Roads? It's shit.

[thecookery]

Aye, there's good reason I've never been.

Sounds like you had a grand old time though.

[ichaer]

The wine was good so they had that much going for them.

( a beat, and then: ) Could I see you? When you're not busy, of course.

[thecookery]

[It takes Avery a moment to respond, though not because she actually had to think about it at all. Just... still adjusting, maybe, to whatever this new dynamic is between them.]

Yeah. Of course.

[ichaer]

( and on ciri's there is also silence aside from the sounds of waves before she speaks again, tired but... perhaps sounding a little better? closer to normal, anyway. )

I'll be back at the Gallows soon. I'll meet you outside the kitchens?

[thecookery]

I'll be there.