Bianka would have found what she was looking for,  handing over a couple of silver shillings to a rather portly man who handed her a wrapped up package and smiled at her. " You enjoy now, soon there wont even be time for that." Bianka nods and mentally notes that and looks at the package in her hand,  suddenly wishing she could do better then,  black hair hanging in her eyes for a moment she looks back up thpug and smiles. " Don't worry sir. I'll make sure to, see you. " he'd wave and she'd part , heading back to where she needed to be. Her boots crunched on the cold ground and her breath rose in great plumes above her,  even her small nose turning red again despite no longer blushing from the elf.<br/><br/>After a minute or two she would make it back to the house,  boots making thuds and crunching the reeds as she carefully set about making a small.fire with what likely lay around the house. It would take her few moments but eventually with a triumphant " Yes!" She'd get a flame.and then set about the other things, pulling a pot from her leather sack and beginnig to start the stew,  adding the meat and the potatoes as she cut them wit her small, iron knife. Eventually the sound of a village-girl diving lowly fileld the home and along with the smell of. A hearty stew cooking. Bianka would merely tend to it,  hoping the elf would like it.  " I know it ain't the best but...it should at leat keep her warm and full and healthy..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>