Please forgive me for the question on such short notice, but do you have any book recommendations about birthday cakes? Preferably for those who have never baked a cake before.
Nonsense, Jill, I'm quite happy to hear from you. I have just such a book I can lend you, in fact, though if you've never baked before, it can be something of an undertaking. Nothing you can't handle, I'm certain, but I would be happy to assist should you have need.
I must say that I am more than glad for your offer for I am also one hand down, you see. I've fractured my most useful hand, but I do not want to come empty-handed to a friend's nameday gathering.
Pun not intended, but still appreciated. Still, I am very sorry to hear that! How ever did you manage such a thing? In addition to being able to assist with your cake trouble, I can also provide a potion that may not mend the bone completely, but certainly help to speed it along.
Rather rude of him to do so without asking, but so long as you're otherwise well and did not end up singed around the edges. Terribly unfortunate about the landing, though; time is the best at mending such things, but let's see if we can help it along a bit, hm? It may still last weeks, but significantly fewer, I should hope.
Perhaps he did ask, but as you are probably well aware of by now, I do not speak the Dragonborn tongue so any warning would have been lost on me.
I shall be a fool if I were to refuse your kind offer. My hair will thank you too as soon as I am fit enough to brush it properly. Though, do know I will also compensate you for it.
[How? Doubloons? A book as a gift? Who knows, but Jill will figure something out.]
I could hardly allow such a thing, it is no trouble in the least! As for this cake of yours, simply let me know where and when, and I will be there to lend my aid. Do you mind if Tara comes along? My partner, that is— she may lack opposable thumbs, but she'll be a great help in her own right.
Surely my place should fit the bill? I haven't cooked anything in my kitchen, but I could make us a pot of tea and a quick lunch provided you have no qualms against sandwiches.
Tara? I don't think I've met her, but she's welcome to come along.
Today works just splendidly! I'll be along shortly, then.
[Good to his word, he arrives within the hour, laden with a bag full of books and also with a certain tressym perched on his shoulder, who happens to be taking in the details of the scenery with a degree of curiosity as Gale himself knocks at the front door.]
[It's just enough time for Jill to get three sandwiches juggled together and on the table with a bowl of apples that has intentions on being dessert, but seems better suited towards decor instead. She would cut them up if she trusted herself that far with sharp objects; her guests will just have to use their teeth for what they are made for.
Once she's made her way towards the door, she swings it open to come face to face with Gale. The polite smile on her face is natural, though her lips curl into a small circle of confusion within seconds. Gale said he was bringing a guest. All she can see is one human and one cat. A cat with wings that adds to the confusion, but less so than the missing third party.]
[Gale greets her with a warm and open smile, which seems to be his default expression going by their previous encounters, but looks just slightly puzzled as he echoes her question, raising a brow.]
My friend...? Ah!
[He chuckles, then gestures towards the tressym with one hand, tipping his head towards her.]
[The words come tumbling from her mouth before she could keep them as a mental thought. She shouldn't be too surprised given the makeup of some of the other riftfarers and natives, but things still take her for a shock sometimes. Especially when she was expecting Tara to be a human and not a winged cat with the gift of gab.
Jill manages to catch herself before she says anything else that might come off offensive and begins stuttering and stammering to get an apology out as fast as she can.]
I'm sorry. That was rude of me. I'm just... I expected someone... different.
[Tara does let out a small huff and turn her nose up for a moment at being referred to as a cat, which Gale wisely does not comment on, but given Jill's quick apology and that it had clearly been an honest mistake, she proceeds to correct her in a very matter-of-fact, almost maternal sort of way.]
"While we may resemble cats, tressyms are considerably more advanced. I'd like to see a cat manage spellcasting as well as I do!"
[Gale clears his throat softly to cover a laugh; Tara would be a remarkable wizard herself if not for her lack of thumbs, but she does rather well for herself.]
You've no need to apologize, Jill, the fault is mine. I suppose I must have neglected to mention a few of the finer details regarding my partner, here— but Tara is as much a person as you or I, I assure you. We've been working together a long, long while.
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Pun not intended.
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[What a way to phrase a kidnapping.]
I landed badly on my wrist and the rest, as they say, is history. Though not at all the interesting kind.
A potion? I've seen a healer and they've set the bone, but I was told it would be a matter of weeks. I can't deny I'm getting a little... frustrated.
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I shall be a fool if I were to refuse your kind offer. My hair will thank you too as soon as I am fit enough to brush it properly. Though, do know I will also compensate you for it.
[How? Doubloons? A book as a gift? Who knows, but Jill will figure something out.]
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Tara? I don't think I've met her, but she's welcome to come along.
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She'll be delighted to hear it, and to meet you, as well. I'm certain the two of you will get along famously!
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It's not like I have the ability to do much else but practice my juggling.
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[Good to his word, he arrives within the hour, laden with a bag full of books and also with a certain tressym perched on his shoulder, who happens to be taking in the details of the scenery with a degree of curiosity as Gale himself knocks at the front door.]
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Once she's made her way towards the door, she swings it open to come face to face with Gale. The polite smile on her face is natural, though her lips curl into a small circle of confusion within seconds. Gale said he was bringing a guest. All she can see is one human and one cat. A cat with wings that adds to the confusion, but less so than the missing third party.]
Ah... is your friend coming on their own?
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My friend...? Ah!
[He chuckles, then gestures towards the tressym with one hand, tipping his head towards her.]
This is Tara, my partner!
[The tressym dips her head, as if bowing.]
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Warrick."
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[The words come tumbling from her mouth before she could keep them as a mental thought. She shouldn't be too surprised given the makeup of some of the other riftfarers and natives, but things still take her for a shock sometimes. Especially when she was expecting Tara to be a human and not a winged cat with the gift of gab.
Jill manages to catch herself before she says anything else that might come off offensive and begins stuttering and stammering to get an apology out as fast as she can.]
I'm sorry. That was rude of me. I'm just... I expected someone... different.
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"While we may resemble cats, tressyms are considerably more advanced. I'd like to see a cat manage spellcasting as well as I do!"
[Gale clears his throat softly to cover a laugh; Tara would be a remarkable wizard herself if not for her lack of thumbs, but she does rather well for herself.]
You've no need to apologize, Jill, the fault is mine. I suppose I must have neglected to mention a few of the finer details regarding my partner, here— but Tara is as much a person as you or I, I assure you. We've been working together a long, long while.