Dinner (open for roommates)

[dragon_dealer]

She doesn't like lying to him. She really, really doesn't. But she likes watching him in pain less. And he keeps refusing to get help

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[scoffandjest]

Dinadan will likely sidle in at some point, perhaps with a little flute-- one of many instruments he's retrieved from the plothole since arriving. And, as it is Dinadan, he will most assuredly be playing it.

[dragon_dealer]

She rolls her eyes, but doesn't tell him to stop either, carrying on with the cooking.

[scoffandjest]

Upon receiving so little reaction, he'll soon stop. "What're you making, then?"

[dragon_dealer]

"Well, we've got our usual stew-vegetable mush thing. And some muffins. And pudding for dessert."

[fingersofleaf]

"Ooo, dinner." Percy kisses her cheek and sets the fresh, cold clay on the floor.

[dragon_dealer]

"Yep. Ready in a minute. What've you been up to?" Thankfully, she's already slipped in the herbs to his.

[fingersofleaf]

"Gettin' clay off the stream. I think I can make new bowls and jars for keepin' seeds and like that. Do us good to have more around, now it ain't just me in the house."

[dragon_dealer]

"We can always use places to put things, sure. Taste this." She offers a spoonful.