Gyda supposed there was truth in that; after all she had spent time in Kattegat, but never determined how long. Still, if Ivar never mentioned her name, she wondered if the connection was still more speculation on her part.
She took a bite from the cookie, the taste of burnt sugar and..something else, immediately hitting her, and it took a surprising amount of manners not to make a face as she swallowed it down. The woman was not joking when she said that baking wasn't her best skill.
"Milk maybe?" She covered the rest of the cookie with her fist. "Or tea, that works too."
Whatever it took to get the taste out of her mouth.
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Date: 2018-01-26 03:36 pm (UTC)She took a bite from the cookie, the taste of burnt sugar and..something else, immediately hitting her, and it took a surprising amount of manners not to make a face as she swallowed it down. The woman was not joking when she said that baking wasn't her best skill.
"Milk maybe?" She covered the rest of the cookie with her fist. "Or tea, that works too."
Whatever it took to get the taste out of her mouth.