[ he denies it, continues to deny it, and yennefer merely sets her chin in her palm and watches him. her eyebrows are up, though not arched exactly. merely waiting, watching, as if she has tired of trying to pretend she believes him but is still trying to entertain the idea of it all the time. matured he says, like fine wine and yennefer lets out a huff. ]

You should enjoy these years- what are they? Your fifties? Sixties? It was a good decade, could be quite fun. [ it is quite purposeful, being this wrong with regards to his age. because there had been a point and they've both danced around it for long enough that yennefer, supposes she can let it go for now. she hardly wants to bring up the concept of loving those who have betrayed you, hardly wants to touch on the topic of throwing love here and there.

and perhaps, maybe, some part of her knows she isn't the one jaskier would want to hear it from, anyway.

so onto his magic they move, jaskier's smile wide and happy and full of pride. and for good reason, seeing as yennefer knows better than just about anyone else, the effort it took to come to this place. ] Wow, a front garden. Impressive. [ a smile, playful, as she sits back up and takes another long sip of her wine - not quite draining the glass, but coming close. ]

And what of your fauna? I suspect you have a small flock of birds following you just about everywhere, but have you tried anything bigger?