"You also entertain me, and seems to me I do have a lot to learn from you."
Jasmine smiled at that. "Oh, we have a lifetime ahead of us, so there is enough time."
Food was brought forth, two steaming bowls of fish soup. Jasmine blew onto the hot spoon and brought the liquid to her mouth. As the taste filled her lips, she turned to the woman;
"I am sorry," Jasmine started. "I know I talked about this place being my prison, but can I cart you away to the palace instead? I don't think I would be able to resist this place anymore."
The cook gave another one of her laughs. Zavian, already eating himself, shook his head in mirth.
"Believe me. I have tried." He said.
"How does silver and gold sound as a fair wage?" Jasmine asked.
"I have tried that too, " Zavian answered. "Nothing can pull her away from this place."
