Stiles & Ciri
"I've had potatoes sliced, but I wonder what kind of sauce. There seems to be a great many flavours worlds like yours have that mine have not come upon." She agreed, there would be a need for someone to make her some to try.
"Thank you," she cheerily replied. Birthdays had never been so much of a thing for her, she had left her grandmother's side early enough that she did not entirely know how big celebrations might be once one became older- except when it came to trying to marry her off before Geralt took her in. The thoughts were much too complex for the level of buzzed she was.
"We should find some time to hang out when I am not being torn away by others," she laughed, Geralt standing off as he usually did to not interrupt her but was too obviously waiting. "Thank you for sharing the feast with me, though. I will see you around." Ciri stood up, winked at Stiles and wandered off to her surrogate father and whatever gift he had to surprise her with.