[ Yennefer, herself a professed disaster in the kitchen, tends to leave most of the actual cooking to people who have a skill for it; instead, she'll reach for something that doesn't require substantial preparation. In this particular instance, it's an apple from the bowl of fruit she currently has her eyes on, and she strides into the kitchen, skirt swishing around her ankles, with every intention of getting to it before anyone else can.
Having a knife brandished in her direction isn't part of the plan, but regardless of whether she's only able to tap into half her power on the station, she's still more than capable of defending herself in a fight, and one hand rises defensively, as she starts to gather the air around them, enough to stir the ends of her hair. If she has to wield it, she will, but she doesn't really want it to come to that point. ]
You don't want to do that. [ Not stealing the food, necessarily; she couldn't care less what he does with it, but she imagines Viveca would frown on one person stabbing another over an easily resolved issue. ]
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Having a knife brandished in her direction isn't part of the plan, but regardless of whether she's only able to tap into half her power on the station, she's still more than capable of defending herself in a fight, and one hand rises defensively, as she starts to gather the air around them, enough to stir the ends of her hair. If she has to wield it, she will, but she doesn't really want it to come to that point. ]
You don't want to do that. [ Not stealing the food, necessarily; she couldn't care less what he does with it, but she imagines Viveca would frown on one person stabbing another over an easily resolved issue. ]