// Dear Witcher fandom, I, just like all of you, am in love with the universe of The Witcher. In the years that I have been writing, this has been my favourite fandom by far, even despite all of the tension and drama as of late. I, like all of you, love >

// Apologies for the long, spammy post. I'm just tired.

// this is important, and I'd appreciate a read if any of you have a spare few moments.

Curls his fists into balls and uses them to rub his eyes.

Waves at the pie lady.

"What's a pussy?"

"Oh!" He recalls one with ginger fur he used to chase around the streets and try to catch... he also recalls the number of times said cat has scratched him raw. He giggles. "I like pussies!"

No... he doesn't like the word. Kitties sounds better to him. He will say that instead.

"Okay, Lady." He seems to accept not screaming the word to the void for now... but he is a child... and a child is most inquisitive. "But... why?"

"Kitties!" Bran giggles. "I want my own!"

Hopes the pretty lady doesn't leave town... she answers his questions.

Blye eyes become large, twinkling with excitement as he listens to the other lady. "Oh! Oh, really?! Do you mean that?!"

"Hmm..." he listens intently, brows furrowed as he attempts to make sense of what she explains to him. "What words have other meanings? Does... candy mean something else?"

SHRIEKS. "PIE!"

He claps his hands together repeatedly, bouncing on the spot with excitement. "Pie, other food, AND kitties?! You are the BEST!"

Demolishes pie for breakfast.