[ For wine, he laughs, though he's comfortable enough with Jaskier these days to perhaps allude to their little encounter in the park - nearly a year ago now, was it? Astarion had just been separated from those few who he had begun to trust, lost and adrift in a new realm where seemingly no one wanted anything from him - and, embarrassingly, he'd immediately slipped back into old habits - and just as quickly regretted it. Not that Jaskier wasn't absolutely lovely. If he'd never met Haelva, if he had given himself more time - maybe he would've found his way to Jaskier's bed again.
But he is more than grateful for this friendship, too. Even if they are sometimes a little too alike in their pride, and cattiness... ]
Hmmm... perhaps the spiced fruit, first. [ He finds a little stool to perch on, continuing to eye the work Jaskier's been at in the mean time. ] Floral flavors sometimes overpower.
[ And they are doing RESEARCH, obviously, they need to be mindful of their palates... ]
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But he is more than grateful for this friendship, too. Even if they are sometimes a little too alike in their pride, and cattiness... ]
Hmmm... perhaps the spiced fruit, first. [ He finds a little stool to perch on, continuing to eye the work Jaskier's been at in the mean time. ] Floral flavors sometimes overpower.
[ And they are doing RESEARCH, obviously, they need to be mindful of their palates... ]