[ Is that what she's calling it? Reaching out? Maybe if one were reaching out with a fucking hammer. Geralt takes the skewers, though he only hangs onto them for the moment. ]
Has he often reached out by laying an array of threats and then refusing to leave? [ Wry amusement more than anything colours the question. And Jaskier accuses him of lacking a delicate conversational touch.
Interesting, that Himeka refers to it as we. After a second, he reaches for the cubes of vegetable and meat, and begins to pierce them onto the skewer. Fancier than what he tends to make when he's out in the woods, but they do look appealing. He'll grant her that. ]
You've no need for a peace offering. [ He turns the cube of venison on the skewer so that it's lined up with the others—a meticulousness born out of the sheer restlessness that's plagued him as of late. ] In the meantime, you should tell your friend to refrain from taking on further duties reaching out. He's shit at it.
[ If those were ever Estinien's true intentions at all. Geralt neither believes her nor doubts her entirely, and his expression says as much when he looks over at her. It also says it doesn't matter. He means it, when he tells her a peace offering isn't necessary. Either Estinien simply likes to bark, in which case he'll be easy to ignore—or he intends to make good on his word to cut through all those in his way, in which case no peace offering will make a difference. So. ]
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Has he often reached out by laying an array of threats and then refusing to leave? [ Wry amusement more than anything colours the question. And Jaskier accuses him of lacking a delicate conversational touch.
Interesting, that Himeka refers to it as we. After a second, he reaches for the cubes of vegetable and meat, and begins to pierce them onto the skewer. Fancier than what he tends to make when he's out in the woods, but they do look appealing. He'll grant her that. ]
You've no need for a peace offering. [ He turns the cube of venison on the skewer so that it's lined up with the others—a meticulousness born out of the sheer restlessness that's plagued him as of late. ] In the meantime, you should tell your friend to refrain from taking on further duties reaching out. He's shit at it.
[ If those were ever Estinien's true intentions at all. Geralt neither believes her nor doubts her entirely, and his expression says as much when he looks over at her. It also says it doesn't matter. He means it, when he tells her a peace offering isn't necessary. Either Estinien simply likes to bark, in which case he'll be easy to ignore—or he intends to make good on his word to cut through all those in his way, in which case no peace offering will make a difference. So. ]