[ he smiles when she uses the pejorative on herself. ]

Would've been more use to them on the field, as they fortunately learned. Eventually. [ he picks at the onions peel, giving it a nosy sniff. but then he tosses it back on the pile and takes the three wide steps necessary in order to pluck up an apple instead. ]

Hated quartermaster work. Counting wagons and signing chits and...it's tantamount to being told you're not trusted leading men, lass. [ ah. finally. back to 'lass' at last. ] Technically, I suppose I were one for about five years.