[John offers a smile as he reaches out to take the mug from the other man. There's something about John's presence here in these surroundings that makes Geralt self-conscious about them, or at least conscious enough about them to comment on them. John is charmed, honestly. As much by the surroundings as Geralt's gruff way of introducing him to this place. By Geralt himself.]

A home does not need all the trappings of a palace to make it precious. Indeed, some of the most unhappy of places I have been have been the most extravagant.

[John has not been invited, but Geralt is sitting himself, and he is trying to prove a point that he may be nobility but he is not so fancy that he does not belong here too. So after a moment, John swings a leg over the bench to join him on the bench.]

Does it have a name?

[The hall. Not the drink.]