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[ Yes, probably. Himeka takes it as a joke as he reaches out to accept the troll. ]

Oh, I'd have included a recipe if that were the case.

[ She's also joking. Probably.

Yet as she puts her hands under his suspiciously small arms, the troll starts to wiggle and grunt in protest. She pauses, kind holding him out from her awkwardly, arms straight. ]

What, you don't want to be eaten? Mayhaps you should think before you slip into someone's meal basket. You can't be surprised when people get the wrong impression.

[ He shakes his head vehemently. ]

No? Then what is it?

[ A series of almost cat-like noises and deep seal-ish grunts follow. It sounds like a bunch of nonsense, but...those with a special gift can, somehow, understand it. (Mayhaps Geralt is one of those people.) ]

"I don't want to return to the bubble! I've explored every cavern and cloud and the dragonets liken me to a ball to toss around. No, I crave new horizons...and adventure!"

[ His lips quirk, though it soon fades as he studies the wriggling mole. Evidently, Himeka understands it. Geralt does not—though it looks to be protesting...something. Wait. Is it. Sentient? (Like the moogle?)

You'd think he would be used to the bizarre shit that goes on in Himeka's domain and yet she continues to surprise him. Half the time, he's pretty sure she's fucking with him when she tells him the things she makes exist on her sphere.

After a few minutes of jabbering grunts and gestures, Geralt clears his throat. ]

What is it saying?

[ Himeka feels like she's the wrong person to shame anyone for wanting to see the world outside their usual domain. The spirit of adventure...in many ways, Shaggles had it as well, though his was geared more towards that of innovation. His pleas, needless to say, do not fall on hardened horns.

She made him this way, after all.

She looks up from the troll to Geralt like she almost forgot he was there. ]

Oh, he's...he doesn't want to come back with me.

[ The summary of all that ranting, yep. ]

"When I awoke I was surrounded by the scent of pie and found myself in some sort of stone castle. I want to explore it, Miss Himeka!"

He wants to see your Keep.

[ In theory, this is a creation of Himeka's. It desires what she wants it to, yet Geralt has also witnessed oddities with the semi-sentient creatures occupying the Horizon. A state in limbo, something not quite real and not wholly controlled.

Given Himeka's taste for adventure, he supposes her creations would wish for the same. He can't deny her that. ]

Fine. [ He releases an exasperated exhale and holds up the basket for the troll to climb back inside. ] If it causes too much shit, I'm giving it to Jaskier.

[ Jaskier's already got two moogles and a miniature tooth-filled plant. What's a troll to that damn zoo?

Speaking of. ]

You didn't send him another of those winged bears, did you?

[ An easy fix, then! Despite having lovingly crafted this creature after one she'd grown quite fond of, Himeka happily releases it as the tiny troll excitedly scrambles back into the basket and starts rambling in troll-ish about the heights it will climb.

Will she make another one? Probably not for a while. Much like Moglad, she has to wonder how far this little fellow will go. ]

Is he in need of more companions?

[ She could give him a few more. ]

Hm?

[ Winged bears? ]

Oh! Moglad? Moogles? No, no I haven't. He has another?

[ The creature is much too eager to return with him. He can't help feeling vaguely suspicious about the situation. ]

Mm-hm. [ Yeah. Jaskier has another. One that...he doesn't want to talk about it. But he's been turning it over in his head, the way Mogworth's bulbous antenna went from gold to black then gold again. ] He tried to...kill something for attacking Moglad.

[ The little morbol, specifically. It sounds absurd to say out loud. In truth, Geralt doesn't think Himeka is responsible for the moogle. He just wants to confirm it isn't her doing because it being Jaskier's creation brings up certain. Implications. Which he may or may not reflect on later. ]

Jaskier said Moglad claims he found him in the woods.

[ What could be concerning about a small round fuzzy thing with an impossibly large mouth wanting to wander around your house? ]

Did he? That's rather brave for a moogle.

[ Not that they don't have their moments, but most moogles would rather trick and run than stay and fight. ]

I wonder...could Moglad have made himself a friend?

[ Is that even possible?? She supposes she does have a lot of creatures in her own domain, so she loses track of them sometimes. But have any just appeared without her involvement? ]

[ It sounds brave until one realizes the morbol is about the size of a rat. In fairness to the moogle, that's comparatively large. They're not exactly massive creatures themselves. ]

Maybe. [ Moglad is an extension of Jaskier. And Jaskier evidently did not want his little pet to be alone. So here they are. Jaskier with two moogles and him with a damn troll.

He lifts the basket a little. The troll pokes its head out and grunts at Himeka. It's either an enthusiastic goodbye or a hearty fuck off. ]

I'll let you know how he fares.

[ Geralt needs to meet the rats in the sewers of Ivalice. They're quite large.

Still, she is rather curious if creations can make creations. And if that's the case, can those creations of the creations make creations? At what point does a moogle become an unhinged pile of glop?

Oh gods...is that how the cubus were really made?

Grunting or no, Himeka smiles at the tiny troll and gives it a little wave of her own. ]

I'm sure he'll do just fine. You take good care of your own.

[ Animals, people, etc. For someone who is as gruff as the sound the troll made, Geralt has a habit of collecting people, doesn't he? ]

I'll come visit you sometime soon. It's been too long since I fed your wolf friend.

[ Does she play favorites? Yes. The wolf is definitely one of her favorites. He needs more ramen. ]

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