[Normally bustling among the locals would've left Jaskier in high spirits, but by the time he's returning to their room with a small bundle in his hands, he's somehow even more thoroughly exhausted than before. Oh. Actually, that might be the wine settling in him.

He opens the door and pushes it wide with a shoulder, closing and locking it with a yawn out of mere habit.]

Now I know you're both feeling like right pricks, as you should, but I did bring you gifts nonetheless.

[And certainly tomorrow, exhaustion or not, he will need to perform. It certainly isn't his first time. As he kneels in front of them and unearths his bundle tied up in a handkerchief, there's a new bottle of wine, already opened for him, and several oranges, and most of another loaf of bread with raisins in it.]

I, ah, recommend not going downstairs for a bit. But it all works out. We need our sleep.

[The bread may have been a bit hard-won. It wasn't so much thrown at him as it... went missing before it could be launched anywhere.] I am ending this night drunk, or so help me.