Eddie is only a few years younger than I am, don't talk about him like he's five. But then, I guess he's also sort of twenty years older than me, too. [ A stitch develops between her eyebrows. This shit gets some complicated when you're basically on the same timeline, even if from different worlds. ] He's younger than me, but also like, he's older than my dad was. Technically, he's probably older'n you.

[ The glazed look that's eking into her eyes gives away the fact that this is not her first glass of wine tonight. She busies herself with another cookie instead. ]

I feel like if you use words like "artsy" and "philosopher" and "counterculture" to describe a guy, he's probably not lookin' for anythin' super serious. [ She scrapes a layer of icing off the cookie with her teeth and sucks at them. ] What will you do if he's good with the open relationship thing, but he doesn't want you to give Jaskier every little nitty-gritty detail? 'Cause I feel like that might be the part that would throw me. Havin' basically a stranger get off on specifics. Someone I know is one thing, but someone I've met maybe once or twice is more ehhh. Maybe that's weird, that it matters for me.

[ She's just not sure if she would be able to reconcile knowing for sure that a relative stranger knows. It feels, to her, less invasive to not know. At least then, she wouldn't feel compelled to put on a particular show. ]

So you ID'd him at the masquerade? Or you two figured out afterward that you were each other?