[It is a rather shitty storm. But they knew it isn't why he's here; and he hardly needs to see who the letter is addressed to to guess. Jaskier pours the brandy, pushing Geralt's glass towards him before working on the second.]
What? What the fuck was he doing in the mud?
[He raises a hand. He needn't ask, actually. Not because Moglad is a fool -- he is, but a delightful one -- but because he is intricately linked with the moogle in the most accidental of ways, and the moment Jaskier feels off, suddenly Moglad doesn't know his quarter notes from a sixteenth.]
He's been chasing Yjönnstifer for days now. The bloody thing keeps trying to live in the mud puddles, like it won't drown being down there too long! Honestly, I'm rethinking this whole "zoo" concept. It's becoming a terrible chore to make sure they all don't off --
[He cuts off. Perhaps he should not be talking about his animals accidentally dying.]
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What? What the fuck was he doing in the mud?
[He raises a hand. He needn't ask, actually. Not because Moglad is a fool -- he is, but a delightful one -- but because he is intricately linked with the moogle in the most accidental of ways, and the moment Jaskier feels off, suddenly Moglad doesn't know his quarter notes from a sixteenth.]
He's been chasing Yjönnstifer for days now. The bloody thing keeps trying to live in the mud puddles, like it won't drown being down there too long! Honestly, I'm rethinking this whole "zoo" concept. It's becoming a terrible chore to make sure they all don't off --
[He cuts off. Perhaps he should not be talking about his animals accidentally dying.]
I'm sorry.