"Steel? A table? That's a waste of materials." Ciri ran her fingers over the metal. To shape such a large piece would have taken a great amount of time at that and some of the little details had to be a master craftsman.
"We have normal things to cook... inns or kitchens have their clay ovens and spices, but we're usually on the road, so campfires and some iron pots?" It hurt to really think about home suddenly. All the times travelling with Geralt were only in her memories and not his. The training with Yen. The time-saving Jaskier from some girl. She had no more real connections.
Shaking the dark thoughts away, she recentered herself and smiled at Jughead. "I managed some of the cheeses yesterday from the very large icebox, but that was my limit for figuring out how this place works for the night."