[ Inej doesn't release him from her hold, choosing instead to follow the life lines on his palm with her fingertips. Her featherlight touch sends a shiver up his arm, though he doesn't pull away. Instead, used to eating one-handed for a variety of reasons, he sets his coffee down and takes a bite of his toast. He's not particularly hungry, never really is when he first wakes up, but he knows they have a lot of walking to do; he'll need the energy. ]
Of course, darling Inej.
[ And here's the thing: despite everything, Kaz Brekker kept his promises. So, while he knows there are parts of this trip that will pull him straight into the murky water of the harbor, he was determined to see it through. Because Inej deserves it, deserves his truth, especially after waiting so long.
The rest of breakfast is a short affair, with toast and eggs swiftly devoured and their coffee drained. Kaz leads the way out to the nearby chicken yard, releasing the hens from their coop once he's secured the gate and grabbed a bag of feed. Sating their initial swarm of hungry chaos, he passes the honors to Inej, completely amused by how much smaller she looks with a cluster of fluffy chickens by her ankles. He shows her how to toss the grain and pellets further, so the hens didn't box her in or peck her shins in spite.
With the feathery little demons sufficiently distracted, they collect about a dozen eggs into one of the nearby cartons. As a couple chickens make their way back into the coop, they take that as a signal to escape the penned in yard without further issue. The egg carton is deposited back in the kitchen and when they head out the door again, true enough, the sun has peeked well over the horizon, painting the fields yellow-orange. Kaz veers them off the path they'd taken to the hens, forking right instead, in the direction of the lake glinting in the near distance. ]
Da planted dill and parsley over there. [ He nods to a smaller plot of tilled land, with a wooden fence that looks freshly mended. ] Tried mint one year and it drove him nuts, sprouted up everywhere.
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Of course, darling Inej.
[ And here's the thing: despite everything, Kaz Brekker kept his promises. So, while he knows there are parts of this trip that will pull him straight into the murky water of the harbor, he was determined to see it through. Because Inej deserves it, deserves his truth, especially after waiting so long.
The rest of breakfast is a short affair, with toast and eggs swiftly devoured and their coffee drained. Kaz leads the way out to the nearby chicken yard, releasing the hens from their coop once he's secured the gate and grabbed a bag of feed. Sating their initial swarm of hungry chaos, he passes the honors to Inej, completely amused by how much smaller she looks with a cluster of fluffy chickens by her ankles. He shows her how to toss the grain and pellets further, so the hens didn't box her in or peck her shins in spite.
With the feathery little demons sufficiently distracted, they collect about a dozen eggs into one of the nearby cartons. As a couple chickens make their way back into the coop, they take that as a signal to escape the penned in yard without further issue. The egg carton is deposited back in the kitchen and when they head out the door again, true enough, the sun has peeked well over the horizon, painting the fields yellow-orange. Kaz veers them off the path they'd taken to the hens, forking right instead, in the direction of the lake glinting in the near distance. ]
Da planted dill and parsley over there. [ He nods to a smaller plot of tilled land, with a wooden fence that looks freshly mended. ] Tried mint one year and it drove him nuts, sprouted up everywhere.