[He laughs.] Of course it isn't! Well, as far as I know. A greenwitch would be the closest thing to me... or the druids, I suppose.

[He does not hate that that is the form his magic took -- something envying and mimicking druidic arts. Jaskier cannot say he's ever felt truly one with nature, but he certainly has enjoyed understanding it more. Also, it's made him a tidy profit.

He only smiles. Unfortunately, Jaskier has found out (in a brief instance of embarrassment he will not retell) that poisoned plants are not out of his wheelhouse. However, he only offers them to Geralt.

At least he'd know where the bloody things are going.]

You had better. That is a threat. [It's a she because that's what she grew up as, all right?] I'll be very displeased if she dies.