[ There's a palpable pause as she considers, looking Geralt up and down, and then nods in acceptance, then agreement.

It's a low bar, but it's a fair one--one she's oft applied to her own situation. As long as you make it out in the end you can deal with the consequences, whatever those may be. ]

Not something everyone has the ability to claim.

[ She goes over to the cold box and retrieves herself another beer. Setting that on the counter, she pulls herself up to sit on it instead, a congenial distance from Geralt but not so up in his space either. Curling her tail around her side to hang off the edge, the end twitches as she picks up the platter of skewers and places it between them.

She will share the rest with the part as a whole, eventually. But they worked on these so they get first takes. ]

You think so?

[ Interesting. ]

I suppose it would depend on what you're hunting.

[ She picks up a new skewer herself, biting off some zucchini. And yes, she does talk while chewing. ]

Luckily vegetables don't give much chase.

[ This is when she holds out her beer to him expectantly. He did have a much easier time opening it. ]