( once they start off, jinx trots behind him while dusting off any excess sand she may still have on her dull and unfashionable dress. and she was so focus on it that she almost bumped into him -- thankfully not! that would be rotten luck if she had accidentally caused him harm (again) after she just patched him up.
she didn't take note they were in the kitchen straight away, but when she does, her face lights up like she just received the most biggest present she could ever asked for. tittering, the teen scurries off to see what this kitchen had to offer -- opening fridges, cabinets, or essentially anything with a door. his daughter manages to score a few things in her little hunt. a few bread rolls (with one already in her mouth), baked potatoes, hard boiled eggs, pastries, and some sort of pottage (in which she poured into a bowl). the owner of this inn is fairly lucky jinx had limited hands and the bag she used to store everything (besides the pottage bowl) -- along with a jug of fruit juice is becoming a slight nuisance to carry. otherwise, there really wouldn't be anything left behind besides crumps for the rats. )
( fighting to keep everything in her hands and balanced, she waddles her way back to her father with an enormous grin on her face. she simply can't wait for them to find a place to rest while she guzzles this down like a wildebeest. the teen isn't sure if her findings will be enough to subdue her hunger, but this has to do something for her. it's way better than how she had been eating anyway. )
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she didn't take note they were in the kitchen straight away, but when she does, her face lights up like she just received the most biggest present she could ever asked for. tittering, the teen scurries off to see what this kitchen had to offer -- opening fridges, cabinets, or essentially anything with a door. his daughter manages to score a few things in her little hunt. a few bread rolls (with one already in her mouth), baked potatoes, hard boiled eggs, pastries, and some sort of pottage (in which she poured into a bowl). the owner of this inn is fairly lucky jinx had limited hands and the bag she used to store everything (besides the pottage bowl) -- along with a jug of fruit juice is becoming a slight nuisance to carry. otherwise, there really wouldn't be anything left behind besides crumps for the rats. )
( fighting to keep everything in her hands and balanced, she waddles her way back to her father with an enormous grin on her face. she simply can't wait for them to find a place to rest while she guzzles this down like a wildebeest. the teen isn't sure if her findings will be enough to subdue her hunger, but this has to do something for her. it's way better than how she had been eating anyway. )