[She doesn't quite get the reference, stares at him blank-eyed and head-cocked for one fraction of a moment before he starts talking about food and approaches her sword, and she lets what she takes to be his odd joke slide. Just another off-world thing that she doesn't have the context for, would be her guess.
Whatever. Her face brightens like the creation of light when he his eyes her blade with evident positive appraisal. It's always nice to find someone who'll give it the appreciation it deserves, what with spending so much time with Harrowhark who wouldn't know a pommel if you hit her across the head with it.]
You like it?
[She stands a little straighter, shelving her question regarding the nature of the word pheasant for a moment longer.]
It's a standard issue infantry sword, a lot of the best Cohort soldiers fight with these. This one's made from Ninth House steel, top quality.
[Pride sparks hot in her voice, not least of all because this longsword is the first thing - the only thing, until exceedingly recently - that had been entirely her own.]
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Whatever. Her face brightens like the creation of light when he his eyes her blade with evident positive appraisal. It's always nice to find someone who'll give it the appreciation it deserves, what with spending so much time with Harrowhark who wouldn't know a pommel if you hit her across the head with it.]
You like it?
[She stands a little straighter, shelving her question regarding the nature of the word pheasant for a moment longer.]
It's a standard issue infantry sword, a lot of the best Cohort soldiers fight with these. This one's made from Ninth House steel, top quality.
[Pride sparks hot in her voice, not least of all because this longsword is the first thing - the only thing, until exceedingly recently - that had been entirely her own.]