Kitten accepts the sugar cube, examining it curiously for a moment or two -- Daine had always bought it loose -- before crunching it down inelegantly. It's hardly the worst thing the dragonet has eaten over the years, and while Daine wouldn't want her scoffing down a whole box of sugar cubes, one won't hurt her.
Daine spoons some honey into her own mug and stirs it in, trying not to let the spoon clatter as Biffy explains things. She's a little surprised at how blunt he is, at first. But then again, she's hardly sheltered from such matters, herself. Animals aren't often shy about such things, and Ma was a midwife; Daine's known how babies were made since she was a child. Better to be blunt than so careful it never really gets spoken of at all, she figures.
"That's fair awful," she says, and Kitten lets out a low, sympathetic whistle. "I wasn't trapped for that long, though it was the same sort of reason. Emperor Ozorne wanted to end the peace talks -- I was part of a delegation from Tortall, 'cause his pet birds were ill and they thought it'd sweeten him if I fixed them -- so he had me locked up and then lied about it. Pretended I'd run off to try and lead a revolt, or somesuch." She hitches her shoulders in a tired shrug. The excuse hadn't mattered, much, and she'd done worse when she got out than try and incite a paltry two-legger riot.
She really doesn't want to get into that, though. Especially when she's only just moved in. "What's Italy?" she asks instead, a bit hesitantly. He says it as if it must be awful.
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Daine spoons some honey into her own mug and stirs it in, trying not to let the spoon clatter as Biffy explains things. She's a little surprised at how blunt he is, at first. But then again, she's hardly sheltered from such matters, herself. Animals aren't often shy about such things, and Ma was a midwife; Daine's known how babies were made since she was a child. Better to be blunt than so careful it never really gets spoken of at all, she figures.
"That's fair awful," she says, and Kitten lets out a low, sympathetic whistle. "I wasn't trapped for that long, though it was the same sort of reason. Emperor Ozorne wanted to end the peace talks -- I was part of a delegation from Tortall, 'cause his pet birds were ill and they thought it'd sweeten him if I fixed them -- so he had me locked up and then lied about it. Pretended I'd run off to try and lead a revolt, or somesuch." She hitches her shoulders in a tired shrug. The excuse hadn't mattered, much, and she'd done worse when she got out than try and incite a paltry two-legger riot.
She really doesn't want to get into that, though. Especially when she's only just moved in. "What's Italy?" she asks instead, a bit hesitantly. He says it as if it must be awful.