Lillie smiled herself, feeling more relaxed now. She could almost forget she was atop a giant animal rather than sitting comfortably on the side of the road or something. And the surroundings were lovely; all lush trees and green undergrowth. "Hmm... I can cook a bit. But nothing fancy or anything. I learned a bit as a girl... from one of our neighbors. She was wonderful in the kitchen. She used to come over and cook meals for my grandfather and I after my mother died. I suppose she wanted to mother me." She sighed softly. "But I never had to cook when I worked at the Pearl or anything. We got all our meals provided or we'd go out and buy something at the market. So I suppose my skills might be a bit rusty." She still knew how to whip up a decent porridge at least, and a stew. Perhaps those were just simple things to make.
It made Lillie think, how cooking on a meager budget, like living in the Alienage, was similar to cooking on the road with a group like this. You didn't have a lot of supplies, and you had to make due with what you had. Was anyone of their number accustomed to having better? she wondered. Perhaps, but no one had seen fit to complain.
"I never considered how messages got from place to place," she mused. "I've been writing letters half my life, it seems. But everything I ever sent was taken by boat. I had arrangements with some of the Captains who frequented between Rivain and Ferelden. I'd pay for my letters to be taken to a friend of mine... she worked at the Pearl." Lillie fell quiet for a moment, remembering Tamrith and that she was now gone. "But... what about the post on land? Surely the average citizens letter is not important enough to require a horse and messenger such as yourself. Perhaps it travels by caravan like trade goods?"