"Lovely, quite." Hideous. Perhaps it is because he insisted on having the item crafted with veins which to Yennefer's taste look so much less appealing in green. It's like what one would find on a curiously large toad.

There really isn't much left inside the bowl now that isn't ash. The fine metal detailing of the pen has a few chunks in it. That gag had a fasten. It's garbage now more so than it was before. Yennefer looks up from her work with a smile, catching on to his thinking. "You are a delight and from you springs nothing but goodness." If goodness is to be political intrigue and scandal that will have tails wagging for years to come and possibly a children's rhyme if it stays in talk.

"I will find a place for this cock to rest, yes. It would be my pleasure to secure it." Lytta Neyd and Algernon Guincamp were still very much on and off again lovers. This would work. Yes indeed.

Her hands leave her work to cup his face. "What a wonderful disaster."