Chicken? [It's not such berating as it is a real question.] Geralt, why haven't we been eating wyverns?
[He wouldn't mind something more than the fat-bare desert hares Geralt often catches. Not that they're bad, but Jaskier does prefer a bit of greasy dark meat with those hints of drippy fat.
Jaskier goes back to stretching his legs out, quill scratching after he's sucked the ink from the tip, spit it, and redipped it. Unfortunately, he's learning Mog's feathers are very finicky as writing quills. Possibly because he's still so small. He pauses in his scratches, looking between them with a raised brow. Huh. He's never really thought of asking the details of Geralt's contracts, mostly because he offers hardly more than what he gets out of it. Whatever beast is at the end of the contract receives the same fate.]
What's he doing leaving jewels in his horse for? [Jaskier sighs.] I bet it's that bloody worm that almost did us in. Oh, I was really hoping never to see it again, actually.
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[He wouldn't mind something more than the fat-bare desert hares Geralt often catches. Not that they're bad, but Jaskier does prefer a bit of greasy dark meat with those hints of drippy fat.
Jaskier goes back to stretching his legs out, quill scratching after he's sucked the ink from the tip, spit it, and redipped it. Unfortunately, he's learning Mog's feathers are very finicky as writing quills. Possibly because he's still so small. He pauses in his scratches, looking between them with a raised brow. Huh. He's never really thought of asking the details of Geralt's contracts, mostly because he offers hardly more than what he gets out of it. Whatever beast is at the end of the contract receives the same fate.]
What's he doing leaving jewels in his horse for? [Jaskier sighs.] I bet it's that bloody worm that almost did us in. Oh, I was really hoping never to see it again, actually.