[He gives a sigh. Of course Geralt takes it without comment, a silence that would be so terribly unnatural if he hadn't spent years and years with the man. And it is now up to him to read Geralt's face and see if he even absorbed any of it. With a tip of his wine glass, he peers over the edge of it and finds -- hmm.
Good enough. The silence settles again and Jaskier lets it. He's had enough drink that he can either be quiet or talk an ear off, and with both wine and beer, he's living large, certainly. Plenty of drink to keep a man's mouth occupied.
Jaskier's legs swing off the edge of the dock, humming a tune to the angle and speed of each swing. He titters a humble little laugh under his breath, sucking the taste of wine from his bottom lip.] Ah,, men like me, Geralt, we must work on multiple equations, not spend a decade deciding what two plus two means. [He shoots him a smile. The topic has passed, yes, and Jaskier has accepted it without further word.]
You like it? [For a moment, a single second, something like a humble satisfaction may cross Jaskier's face.] A bit of practice, it turns out, makes one very talented. I think I only have the skill to maintain one so far, but... he's a lovely falcon. [He gives another little laugh.] Sam called me a genius. Rightfully so.
[He's quite clearly never going to let it go. And he absolutely must let Geralt know about it.] I figured you were not much for birds yourself.
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Good enough. The silence settles again and Jaskier lets it. He's had enough drink that he can either be quiet or talk an ear off, and with both wine and beer, he's living large, certainly. Plenty of drink to keep a man's mouth occupied.
Jaskier's legs swing off the edge of the dock, humming a tune to the angle and speed of each swing. He titters a humble little laugh under his breath, sucking the taste of wine from his bottom lip.] Ah,, men like me, Geralt, we must work on multiple equations, not spend a decade deciding what two plus two means. [He shoots him a smile. The topic has passed, yes, and Jaskier has accepted it without further word.]
You like it? [For a moment, a single second, something like a humble satisfaction may cross Jaskier's face.] A bit of practice, it turns out, makes one very talented. I think I only have the skill to maintain one so far, but... he's a lovely falcon. [He gives another little laugh.] Sam called me a genius. Rightfully so.
[He's quite clearly never going to let it go. And he absolutely must let Geralt know about it.] I figured you were not much for birds yourself.