"Exactly," Greta says with a nod, electing not to mention how that works back home. It had been a pleasant surprise when the Balladeer had understood where she was coming from, but she doesn't expect lightning to strike twice. "But not like most people do here. It's more like... telling a whole story, but set to music." It might be a little unfair to dismiss modern music as not telling any stories worth hearing, but frankly, the obsession with love songs is a bit tiresome at best, and embarrassing at worst. How can the people the songs are meant for take them to heart when the songs themselves are being blasted out of speakers to anyone within earshot? It all seems terribly self-indulgent on the singer's part.
Her brow furrows in mingled confusion and indignation at Demelza's guesses - especially the second one. "After you were married?" she repeats incredulously. She'd like to think no one in the Village would have stooped to calling someone 'the Slut' irrespective of their behavior, but it makes even less sense if the subject was wed. Unless it wasn't their husband getting all of their attentions, but Demelza doesn't strike her as the type. Women lucky enough to marry up have fewer reasons to stray.
Or perhaps the implication is supposed to be that Demelza slept her way into such a position, but Greta's not sure what's so shocking about pre-marital relations. If they wed, that rather suggests it wasn't just some sort of dalliance, and that ought to be enough for people.
She tsks under her breath in admonishment of absent parties, then steps into Demelza's building. "Well, since my husband was the Baker, plenty of people just knew me as the Baker's Wife. I suppose it comes of living in a Village small enough to know most people by sight but too large to know everyone personally. 'Greta' wouldn't have meant anything to most people, but if you said 'the Baker's Wife,' everyone would've known who you were talking about."
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Her brow furrows in mingled confusion and indignation at Demelza's guesses - especially the second one. "After you were married?" she repeats incredulously. She'd like to think no one in the Village would have stooped to calling someone 'the Slut' irrespective of their behavior, but it makes even less sense if the subject was wed. Unless it wasn't their husband getting all of their attentions, but Demelza doesn't strike her as the type. Women lucky enough to marry up have fewer reasons to stray.
Or perhaps the implication is supposed to be that Demelza slept her way into such a position, but Greta's not sure what's so shocking about pre-marital relations. If they wed, that rather suggests it wasn't just some sort of dalliance, and that ought to be enough for people.
She tsks under her breath in admonishment of absent parties, then steps into Demelza's building. "Well, since my husband was the Baker, plenty of people just knew me as the Baker's Wife. I suppose it comes of living in a Village small enough to know most people by sight but too large to know everyone personally. 'Greta' wouldn't have meant anything to most people, but if you said 'the Baker's Wife,' everyone would've known who you were talking about."