Aw, thanks, Claude. Shame rescinded; you remembered just in time. [ She teases, and they set about playing for a few rounds.

At some point, someone brings around drinks again (possibly an idea inspired by Claude's suggestion). Geralt's fluffy white leosylph has also appeared from somewhere to crawls sleepily into Ciri's lap.

She raises her glass once it's full. ]

Thanks for joining me. After the last few weeks-- months--

I'm just happy we can be together for a few drinks like this.

[ Not something to take for granted, that's for sure. ]