Fortunately, her temporary husband appeared to have a sense of humor. And quite a nice laugh. Both of those made her feel a bit better about being stuck with him for the next year. Because those without a sense of humor seemed to find Rosmerta irritating very quickly. She had no idea why, she was the picture of sweetness and light.
She grinned.
“You can laugh at me if you like,” Rosmerta told him. “As long as you're prepared for me to laugh back. Though honestly, I probably will anyway. But if you're not too sensitive, then we can laugh together, and that generally works out better for everybody. It's hard to have hurt feelings when you're laughing, don't you think?”
There was a pause as he asked for the water, and she took that moment to be thankful for his somewhat quirky nature. He was kind to animals. He was patient with cranky brides. He was polite to the villagers. And thus far the only flaws she'd found in him were his refusal to eat meat, and his rather odd form of lechery. And even that was understandable. What an interesting night this had turned out to be.
“Thank you.” It seemed she was saying that quite a bit tonight. “I would like to do what I do best. I think... we may run into each other. Even after the marriage is finished next year. I mean, I can't see our paths wouldn't cross again. So... we might as well try to be friends, I think.”