- I must say I never slept so well in my entire Witcher life, said Ciri the next morning, when they woke up in the beds that Yennefer had bought for them.
- It wasn't bad at all for a first night as a witcher, chuckled Yen.
- Yen, remember, no more spells please. We will do this the witcher way.
- Fine, dear, but you'll have to teach me everything the witchers do.
So they did. The first thing they tried to teach Yen was fishing. Geralt was very serious and very tender when he showed Yen what a fishing rod is made of, how to throw the bait and how to pull when the fish is caught. Yen listened very careful and she tried her best to do everything perfect.
After half an hour they didn't catch anything. Yen was visibly bored:
- How much must be wait until the fish comes?
- Yen, the fish doesn't just "come". Sometimes you catch it, sometimes you don't, it's a matter of luck.
The sorceress was visibly unsatisfied by the answer but she didn't say anything. She just moved few steps away from the 2 witchers, she put the fishing rod down and she changed her position in such way she was standing with her back towards Geralt and Ciri.
- Yen, what are you doing?
- Nothing, I moved because I hate the sun burning my face.
Unseen by the witchers she began to move her hands in a strange way and to mutter something. After few moments the fishing rod moved violently.
- Geralt! I think I caught something!
- Great! Yen you're a natural.
- Don't stand there! What do I do now? It will escape! Yennefer yelled with excitement.
- No he won't. Hold him!
- I'm holding him. It must be huge!
- Loosen it a little, you don't want the line to snap.
- Come and help me, don't just stand there!
- Fine, give me the rod. Look how it's done.
After some struggle the fish was brought to the shore. Soon, more fishes followed and all of them had come to Yen's rod. Geralt was amazed.
- Yen, the fishes really like you today. You're the only one that caught anything.
- It must be beginner's luck said Yen.
- Yes, sure. Beginner's luck, of course. Ciri winked at Yen trying not to laugh.
Geralt moved away from Yen.
- You saw how I did it, now it's your turn. The next fish you'll catch it all by yourself.
It didn't take long and the rod moved again. Yen was unsure on her moves but Geralt and Ciri cheered her.
- Look, I almost have it. My first fish!
Yen was excited, she was like a child that plays with a new toy. She succeeded to rise the fish above the water level
and she reached to take the line into her hand when she lost balance and she slipped to the river. A piercing scream disturbed the silence of the peaceful morning.
Geralt, with his witcher reflexes, tried to help her but it was too late. They both fell into the cold water of the river.
Ciri froze and Geralt expected the hell to break loose. But nothing happened, Yen got up from the water laughing:
- So, how does this count? Did I catch the fish or the fish caught us?
After they changed their clothes, Geralt showed Yen how to prepare the fishes to be cooked. Yen, with her hair still wet, looked at him with mistrust:
- I hope you won't expect now me to cook for you, just because you taught me how.
Geralt smiled.
- It never crossed my mind. I married you, if I wanted a wife to cook for me I would have married a cook or a housekeeper. I just wanted to teach you how it's done, that's all.
- Ciri couldn't stop herself:
- But I would love to eat something cooked by you, mother.
Yen stopped from drying her hair and looked at her daughter:
- For you, my ugly one, I'll do it.