[ semi-open ]

[vixening]

Who: yennefer & various
When: september
Where: thorne, horizon, nocwich, etc.
What: canon update time!!!
Warnings: spoilers for s3, general witcher-related warnings, but will update with anything specific.

[ starters below, some closed, some open. disarmingly for specific plotting ]

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[cointosser]

Oh, wooow, you're still as funny as I remember.

[Which is to say, not at all. Obviously. And if she was anyone else, he may have thrown a roll at her by now. Instead, he's spreading cheese upon rosemary and parsley crackers for the two of them -- very rich, salty stuff, cut by a dollop of sweet blueberry jam on top.

He wraps his lips around one, licking jam from his finger.]

It is impressive if you've ever seen the desert hellscape that is Cadens. [This is a safe topic, though. She can poke and prod all she wants, and she will always be a better mage than him, but he has built himself to this. He has trained and learned lifetimes of knowledge of magic in the space of years.] Not only can I create the birds, I can become one, thank you. Two different sorts, actually. And... you know, I've gained a spell -- if one could call it that -- that crafts an entire feast, instantly. Completely with wine. It makes some very good cinnamon rolls.

[vixening]

I should hope so; if your memory is already failing, that would be a different discussion.

[ if the smile is anything to go by, she is expecting the thrown roll. waiting for it. asking for it. but instead he is spreading cheese upon crackers and handing one to her before indulging in it himself, and she is not far behind. if anything, yennefer seems to resettle in her seat, leaning back as she seems to almost prepare for a much longer conversation - or at least, a much longer monologue from jaskier.

it is a safe topic, it is also a topic she feels like is safe between them - the first extended conversation they ever really had while in abraxas had been in regards to this very magic, and whether or not jaskier is proud of the work he's done (as he should be), yennefer feels her own small amount of pride in it. of work in it. (it, in this context, being jaskier's response. his excitement. his confidence.) ]

And how good is the wine? I'm assuming at least halfway decent, but that level of detail in the spell would take a lot of chaos in expense.

[cointosser]

[Ugh, she's making this an actual challenge. Instead, he sticks his tongue out at her before popping a cracker into his mouth.

That's growth. Maturation. Like a fine wine. Speaking of --]

It's very good wine. Not the best, of course, but the whole feast idea is merely about, you know, providing food, instantly, using magic. Perhaps that is not incredibly impressive to such a famous sorceress... but considering I've almost saved my life with it, I'm satisfied. [He smiles, and it is there -- it is not the arrogant knowledge of knowing his skill in music. This is still a tiny bird in his hands. An infant thing. A few years of chaos is nothing in comparison to his already full life. It still feels fragile.] It can heal, or provide a dose of energy to those drained of it. And, you know, I'm tweaking it... sometimes I prefer a cabbage roll over a pierogi, for instance.

[vixening]

[ oh yes, definitely maturation. he sticks out his tongue and her brows lifts and there's something inherently familiar about the whole exchange. a return to normal. it's also why when he says very good wine she just sort of rolls her eyes, clearly not believing him. or, rather, making her opinion clear on what he considers 'not the best' ]

Chaos for survival is still chaos. [ she says, seeing the smile and recognizing the feeling. she'd felt it not that long ago herself, the rush of excitement, of wonder at the smallest show. it had been so long since she first learned to harness chaos that it had taken her losing it all again before she felt it again, but it is still fresh to her here. ]

And healing magic is always useful. [ another sip of wine, and then she shifts, feeling the weight of the conversation shift with her. ]

A cabbage roll? You can't be serious. Why would you ever prefer a cabbage roll?

think we can wrap? 🎀

[cointosser]

What? [He startles, gaping at her.] What's wrong with cabbage rolls? I love them! They're so wet, and... and home-y! Oh, you've made this an entire thing, now I'm making it a conversation.

[And so he shall begin sharing the merits of cabbage rolls, and specifically the cabbage rolls his chaos makes, because this is the life she is living now.

It is an annoying one, perhaps, but it is no mere coincidence Yennefer's glass never fails to be full as he fills it, and he never fails to offer her more food, or reach to tuck a bit of stray, wayward hair behind hear ear.

Annoying one, but fond, too.]

i think yours is a perfect 🎀 !

[vixening]