[Jaskier gives him a considering look, holding the tip of his chin as he goes through a few certain scenarios. It isn't terribly complicated to figure out what is scandalous to nobles, considering it only comes down to what could besmirch their reputations. Things like orgies, affairs, murders -- that's simply what happens in a somewhat eventful week.]

Well, hopefully it was nothing as embarrassing as making love to the family goat or something.

[He would judge. A little.]

Of course! I can grow whatever you'd like. As long as I've seen it. Though I'm thinking it's possible we could be speaking of two different plants. Let me show you. [He grabs an empty pot from the back room, already filled with soil.] It's a bit of the sticky part with so many spheres between us.

[Jaskier hovers a ring-studded hand above the pot. His Chaos is a quiet sort; it hardly looks like anything but a mist in the air. As it touches the soil, a green sprout unfurls, growing higher and higher to meet his palm, then spreading around it with large, carrot-like leaves, small white blossoms forming and blooming as it grows half a foot high.] Is this what you're looking for? We also called it fennel. Or -- well, for the longest time I thought it was fiddle, actually.