Upon The Ledge

Merilin allowed a chuckle to pass his lips, as she pointed out the obvious. Mmm. You are one of very few that do not annoy me. He reached to tug a strand of her hair between his fingers, If we must go to market together, then I concede. There's a bit of smile, though if you didn't know him you'd think he was stoic.

The bird that chose to stay on him, plucking his tunic in its beak, earned a displeased glare, though he did nothing to dismount the creature from where it rested. That'd simply upset Eriar.

Mmm. I like your cooking. He felt her tug his hand, and followed, Hmm. Could you make me a meal with mist cheese? He did not know if mist cheese still existed; but perhaps she'd find an alternative if she could not obtain the fluffy cheese from their time.