Coriander

Oh, dearie muses.

[She sets down the item in her hand.] Why do you call me ‘goodwife’? I am not yet married.

It...that is, you are a member of the public. I can hardly call you goodman, for, unless I am wrong, that is not what you are, and...marriage means nothing, goodwife. It is simply a title.

Oh, dearie muses.

No need for apologies, m’lady. [She picked up a random item and examined it.] May I ask you a question, milady?

If you wish it, goodwife.

You--you're not allowed to be here.

This is mine own garden, with spices and crops my family has grown. What brings you here now?

#wnstarter

Oh, dearie muses.

[Eve just blinked at the noblewoman. She didn’t like the way she said what she did, but she also assumed she didn’t mean it the way Eve interpreted it.] I’ll have to try that sometime, [she replied, looking back at the food for sale.]

[ Coriander's grin fell at Eve's sudden stiffness. ] I apologize, goodwife. I pray me I did not offend. [ Though at what Eve might be offended, Coriander could not know. ]

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i’m n o t f r i g h t e n e d of you,

untie these ropes and i’ll show you what a woman can do.

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#photo #One for the money; Queue for the show

Oh, dearie muses.

jem-adair

…Logical.

[Under breath] Well there y’bloody go.

[Jem strides forward and plucks up a potato, tosses it up and catches, turns it in eir hand — no longer interested in the chirpings of some lady.]

[ Coriander can tolerate people insulting her talkativeness, but she was more than capable of intelligence, thank you very much. ] Speak you to your mother in such a tone? T'is a sad day a child insults a noblewoman to her face.

#jem

Oh, dearie muses.

jem-adair

That’s right. Y’just tawlking n’tawlking n’tawlkin’.

I find me to be more logical when voicing my thoughts to myself. None else need pay attention to them.

#jem

Oh, dearie muses.

jem-adair

Aye well it’s just that I’m marvellin’, see.

M-ma--marvelling? [ Coriander's face turns a bright red. ]

#jem

Oh, dearie muses.

[Eve glanced over the options, focusing on what she could make for dinner with them.] Potatoes? [she repeated, looking over at Coriander.] Potatoes could be nice.

Yes, goodwife, with a bit of salt and pepper, especially. Perhaps topped with a red sauce, if you've the stuff for it.

Oh, dearie muses.

[She offered the woman a smile before looking over at the vegetables for sale. She wasn’t a great cook, but she wasn’t a bad one. She often used the kitchens in Muse’s Checkpoint when it wasn’t busy to make herself something small for dinner.]

[ As Eve turned her attention to the cart, Coriander stepped back once more, unsure of what else there was to say. She hesitated, still feeling an ache in her stomach. A moment passed before she spoke up. ] The potatoes are especially good this winter. In case you were interested.

Oh, dearie muses.

#right yeah #her hands are well cared for and stuff #clara

Oseamstress-ofnore:

I wouldna ken how t’use yon wee grassy things if my life depended on it. I put sommat on the last batch o’ goat cheese I strained, but only then on account o’ the woman I buy from tellin’ me which t’use. It’ll bide me while I’m workin’, an’ tha’s all ye can ask o’ yer food.

[She frowns at the price offered by the merchant, but rolls her eyes and pays the woman, being in far too sour a mood to cause a scene with disgruntled haggling.]

Oh. That's a tad...I am me really, very ashamed of my assumptions, goodwife. I'm me quite a fan of cooking myself. It's a bit unusual when I find me someone who they.... [ Coriander trailed off, noticing Clara's frown. She cuts herself off immediately. ] I speak me too much. You surely want you to get on with your day, and I must be holding you up

Oh, dearie muses.

seamstress-ofnore-blog

Just puttin’ it in a pot an’ lettin’ it go is like as no’ the best it’ll get. But aye, I suppose tha’s meet wi’ wha’ I’d expected.

[The seamstress’ eyes raise to the woman behind the stall and she holds up her heavy green bounty.]

Aye, mistress, just this one, if ye’d be sae kind.

#she's nobility but she works because she gets anxious if she does nothing for too long #clara

That's quite...dull, if I might be me so blunt, goodwife. Boiled cabbage is quite good in a rush, but do you not add you other cabbages at least?

Oh, dearie muses.

seamstress-ofnore-blog

[The title of ‘goodwife’ catches her off-guard a bit, but she doesn’t think it polite to correct the woman right off. She wears no red thread or band to show a marriage, but at seeing Clara’s age, perhaps it’s better to assume marriage than a life of celibacy and work. The seamstress shrugs and moves in close to check the stallkeeper’s wares.] Dinna fash, lass, I’ve no bitterness about it. [She picked up a cabbage, a good-sized thing that took both hands to hold, and turned it to and fro with a discerning frown.] Do these take longer t’cook, d’ye ken, if they’re sommat bigger?

[ Coriander presses her lips together, disliking the fact that she's called Lass rather than Lady, at least, but it feels rude to announce her station so quickly. Instead, she turns her attention to cooking. ] It does take itself a bit longer, yes, but it depends muchly on how you cook it. Boiling and stewing adds on a few minutes, but roasting, as some like it, might add a near third of an hour, if done right.

#clara

Oh, dearie muses.

Yes, well, it’s good that you have found something you like, milady. [She quickly performs a curtsy, realizing how rude she’s been these past few moments.] I apologize, milady, for I have forgotten my manners. My name is Eve Dumont.

[ The comment felt a bit double-edged, but Coriander chose not to do anything about it. Coriander answers the curtsy with a bow of her head. ] A pleasure, Miss Dumont. I'm me Coriander Tippit myself.

Oh, dearie muses.

How did that come to be, may I ask? [she asks, genuinely curious at how a member of nobility became a washerwoman, of all things.]