[Not that Jaskier's ever forgotten a single person he's bedded; while losing Astarion as a partner is a loss, he quite seriously respects his boundaries, and it is enough they are friends now without the vampire fleeing from his affections. (He only hopes he's getting more intimate affections elsewhere. He, quite literally, cannot imagine going without. Not simply sex, but the fragility that comes with it.)
He claps his hands together.] Brilliant! Let's waste no time! Yes, please, make yourself comfortable, let me fetch some things.
[He lines up the bottles on the table, pushing a few pots out of the way to make room. Then a pair of clean glasses that he pulls from a shelf. A wine key he hands to Astarion to make light work on the first bottle, and finally he brings over one of his plants from the front: a small green peppermint plant. He plucks off a few leaves and hands them over to his friend.]
For between tastes. If you chew it, it'll cleanse the palate. You don't need to eat it.
[A bit of his magic summons what he calls his heroes' feast, a variety of savory and sweet treats in a basket that appears from seemingly nowhere. This time he's made sure the feast is filled with various cheeses and crackers.] Apologies. I never do anything halfway. [He knows how he is. This way he can test the flavours with food on the tongue.] Take the honour of the first pour, my friend.
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He claps his hands together.] Brilliant! Let's waste no time! Yes, please, make yourself comfortable, let me fetch some things.
[He lines up the bottles on the table, pushing a few pots out of the way to make room. Then a pair of clean glasses that he pulls from a shelf. A wine key he hands to Astarion to make light work on the first bottle, and finally he brings over one of his plants from the front: a small green peppermint plant. He plucks off a few leaves and hands them over to his friend.]
For between tastes. If you chew it, it'll cleanse the palate. You don't need to eat it.
[A bit of his magic summons what he calls his heroes' feast, a variety of savory and sweet treats in a basket that appears from seemingly nowhere. This time he's made sure the feast is filled with various cheeses and crackers.] Apologies. I never do anything halfway. [He knows how he is. This way he can test the flavours with food on the tongue.] Take the honour of the first pour, my friend.