[Oh, good, well, at least someone else recognizes that, whether her honey-sweetness is façade or not, that her capabilities with an axe are terrifying. He's pretty sure she could out-cut Geralt in a woodcutting contest. (Actually, that would be fun.)

Jaskier waves a hand at him.] It hardly matters now, does it? I was a terrible noble, and a worse viscount. No proper father wishes his wayward son to become a bard. Even if I'm the most famous one the Continent has ever seen.

[He states it not as a brag, but as fact. Which it is. And soon: Abraxas's most famous.] And now look at me! Giving plant advice. Which I think you'll enjoy, by the way. [Let no child tell him again he's a terrible salesman.] Wait, I do know of caraway. The seeds, more specifically. Would you like one of those?

[There aren't any of the plants on his shelf, but as long as he knows it, he can grow it. It's part of the business.]