[After no shortage of grumbling, Fiero fixes the wagon, giving the wheels a few good testing turns while Bryony still effortlessly holds it up on its side. Its owners, in quiet amazement, watch her set it down and thank them both profusely and—technically they only invite Bryony to hitch a ride into the next town, as she's the one who's been cheerfully chatting them up this whole time, but she and Fiore are a package deal.
And so: the two of them sit in the covered back of the wagon, where there was room for them, with the supplies.
And the chickens.
How did they fit this many chickens back here?
Bryony has one in her lap at the moment, and she cheerfully ruffles its feathers.]
Fioooore, they're so cuuuute...
[50/50 shot she's leaving this wagon with this chicken if left unchecked.]
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And so: the two of them sit in the covered back of the wagon, where there was room for them, with the supplies.
And the chickens.
How did they fit this many chickens back here?
Bryony has one in her lap at the moment, and she cheerfully ruffles its feathers.]
Fioooore, they're so cuuuute...
[50/50 shot she's leaving this wagon with this chicken if left unchecked.]