Maybe save that entertainment for later?

Carefully sampling each of the strange spices, Signý inhaled deeply, smelling each and every new flavour. "This is a fine gift, Nadir. I'm almost too afraid to use anything and then be without it once more."

"I can't drink sadly, so I think the only fighting that might be done around here would come from Brom. But I'll gladly fight him tomorrow when his head is sore and he feels sick. He shan't have any sympathy from me."

Signý's eyes went wide with hope and curiosity. "If these spices are from the south, I wonder if I would be able to go also and see the lands outside of Rohan?"

Brom? That could be amusing. Buy why would he feel sick tomorrow?

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓷𝔂

"Have you never been sick from drinking too much ale and wine before?"

[He shook his head.] I don't drink ale... I drank a glass of wine once. But there wasn't any sickness. Why would somebody drink to become ill?

"Yes, please! I'd love to see the places that Dem has been to! Rhûn, Khand, Harad... it all sound so different from Rohan!"

"Stay at the celebration long enough to enjoy all the merrymaking and you'll soon see how people drink enough to become ill," Signý grinned, watching Brom as he drank his fourth pint of ale.

Oh? [He followed her stare and made a face.] ... Oh. Well, I'd rather not look at that. So I might go dance instead...

"Definitely not until after the baby is born, and no, I shall saddle a horse and follow him if I have to! He'll have no choice but to take me with him."

"Then dance and be merry!" Signý laughed, "This is a night for celebration!"

Signý caught the glance Nadir took and frowned a little. "Did Dem not tell you I am expecting another child?"

[The Easterling took his hand to his chest, then to his mouth and, gesturing with it towards the woman, subtly inclined his head.] May it serve you well.

"Good, or I'd be having a few words with him if he didn't. And if I calculated right, I think the baby will be with us by mid October."

Now that might get her to use that dagger for the first time.

Signý squinted. She couldn't exactly be rude to a wedding guest who had gifted her a fine weapon. Nor did she want Dem or Brom to enter into a fight. But she did wonder if she could bribe her little sister to kick him in the shins.

Signý half danced, half bounced her way over to Dem as he still held Wulf in her arms. "You can have ONE drink," she said lowly to him, "Then you can take Wulf from me. He's getting too heavy."

Signý watched Dem sit, caring more for Wulf than his drink and pressing a kiss to the small child's head. A man who had bought extraordinarily expensive horses as a Rohirric dowry, who gave her gold, rubies, and who cared deeply for their son. She knew then that she loved him.