If she's anything like me? Come now, was I really that much as a child?
[There's an air of indignation to Jill's tone, but it's all pretend. She may have been very young when she was brought to Rosalith, but she remembers those early years when she was still a Northern princess and the governesses oft reminded her that she had a ways to go before she would become a proper Rosarian ward.
She doesn't suppose that's really what happened. Rather, she just fell into a natural step alongside Clive and Joshua. They made it impossible not to. They still do, she thinks, as she feels her heart warm while Clive speaks of second chances for their furry friends, too.]
Though I should warn you, it won't only be a second chance she's after, but a second serving of dinner. A third as well if she thinks you distracted enough to sneak another piece of meat off your plate.
[Which is a nice problem to have. Back at the Hideaway, rations were often on the wrong side of meagre. Here, though, there's plenty of food. It'll be fine to spoil them, at least a little.
Fine to add their menagerie, too.
Where Clive wonders who, Jill knows – or, at least she thinks she does. Playfully, she bops her shoulder against his, then smiles.]
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[There's an air of indignation to Jill's tone, but it's all pretend. She may have been very young when she was brought to Rosalith, but she remembers those early years when she was still a Northern princess and the governesses oft reminded her that she had a ways to go before she would become a proper Rosarian ward.
She doesn't suppose that's really what happened. Rather, she just fell into a natural step alongside Clive and Joshua. They made it impossible not to. They still do, she thinks, as she feels her heart warm while Clive speaks of second chances for their furry friends, too.]
Though I should warn you, it won't only be a second chance she's after, but a second serving of dinner. A third as well if she thinks you distracted enough to sneak another piece of meat off your plate.
[Which is a nice problem to have. Back at the Hideaway, rations were often on the wrong side of meagre. Here, though, there's plenty of food. It'll be fine to spoil them, at least a little.
Fine to add their menagerie, too.
Where Clive wonders who, Jill knows – or, at least she thinks she does. Playfully, she bops her shoulder against his, then smiles.]
What of the... potatoes with legs, were they?