She barely bites back a comment about living arrangements and why this move had really been more of a necessary one. Living with others wasn't her usual choice but this place didn't really account for what she wanted most days.
Slender fingers pause over her assorted collection, a corner of her lip curling up a bit as she hovers over a newer blend she'd picked up. "Then how about a bit of both." Once unboxed, the blend itself is beautiful - dried lilac petals and a few other flowers, hints of orange and bergamot oil, and black tea. The dried petals catch the light a bit as they tumble into the teapot, splashing a bit as they hit the water. Part of her wants to ask about his bonded, considering she'd made the move with hers without too much of a fuss, but her circumstances were... unique.
And she wasn't in the market to do the advertising for those who run this city for the residents to willingly upgrade. As she sets the teapot on the fire, she smiles - a little tight. But kind.
"Forgive my manners, Yennefer of Vengerberg." She gives a soft inclination of her head, slowly making the move to redirect the conversation to why he chose to arrive with a plate of cookies. Something her tone might give away to anyone who knows her intimately should Geralt still be so intent on eavesdropping.
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Slender fingers pause over her assorted collection, a corner of her lip curling up a bit as she hovers over a newer blend she'd picked up. "Then how about a bit of both." Once unboxed, the blend itself is beautiful - dried lilac petals and a few other flowers, hints of orange and bergamot oil, and black tea. The dried petals catch the light a bit as they tumble into the teapot, splashing a bit as they hit the water. Part of her wants to ask about his bonded, considering she'd made the move with hers without too much of a fuss, but her circumstances were... unique.
And she wasn't in the market to do the advertising for those who run this city for the residents to willingly upgrade. As she sets the teapot on the fire, she smiles - a little tight. But kind.
"Forgive my manners, Yennefer of Vengerberg." She gives a soft inclination of her head, slowly making the move to redirect the conversation to why he chose to arrive with a plate of cookies. Something her tone might give away to anyone who knows her intimately should Geralt still be so intent on eavesdropping.