[Jaskier punches his shoulder.] Oh, shut it. We are definitely concerned about yours, yes. Gods know what years of my praises have done to your head.

[It must be so hard for Geralt to have the most talented bard in the world sing wonderful songs of his exploits and make him so rich and famous. How hard for him. The thoughts make him laugh to himself, lifting up off of his friend's shoulder as he moves to stand.

It isn't the first time Geralt has left him at a party, but at least this is finishing on a good note.]

Ah. You and I both well know she would frown with those very angry eyebrows to know you still call her princess. [Jaskier raises his glass to him, giving him a smile to see him off. He turns back to the water.] But I am glad to hear you found home with her.

[Of course Geralt offered it to her. He only hopes it isn't that embarrassing cabin still.]