Mm-hmm. [ Part of how he normally hunts, in any case, which Geralt chooses not to clarify, not because he doesn't want to but because he assumes Himeka knows how to hunt herself.
When his skewer is finished, he reaches down to pick up his drink again. He squints at her. Mm. Where does he start? That a cactus is a plant, not a vegetable? Or should he ask if she means facing off as in it attacked her, literally, or she simply walked into one and has deemed that facing off? (A beat passes as Geralt considers the image of this lizard woman stuck with cacti needles before he quietly puts it aside.)
He's also never seen a cactus before until recently, stepping into the desert. For all of his travelling, Geralt rarely ventures that far south of the Continent. It isn't practical when he makes his trip every frost up the Blue Mountains. ]
A tree, once. [ A leshy is not really a tree in any sense of the word—it's a woodland creature—but Geralt will not nitpick at semantics in a conversation with Himeka. He's learning. ] Not an edible one.
[ In case she wanted to ask what vegetables it bore. ]
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When his skewer is finished, he reaches down to pick up his drink again. He squints at her. Mm. Where does he start? That a cactus is a plant, not a vegetable? Or should he ask if she means facing off as in it attacked her, literally, or she simply walked into one and has deemed that facing off? (A beat passes as Geralt considers the image of this lizard woman stuck with cacti needles before he quietly puts it aside.)
He's also never seen a cactus before until recently, stepping into the desert. For all of his travelling, Geralt rarely ventures that far south of the Continent. It isn't practical when he makes his trip every frost up the Blue Mountains. ]
A tree, once. [ A leshy is not really a tree in any sense of the word—it's a woodland creature—but Geralt will not nitpick at semantics in a conversation with Himeka. He's learning. ] Not an edible one.
[ In case she wanted to ask what vegetables it bore. ]