The finally does leave John questioning slightly, it is true, but the fact that he does have one is the good part. John imagines that Geralt would have left himself until last anyway, assuming he had constructed the furniture for the others first and they hadn't just gone out and purchased it for themselves. Knowing Geralt from what he does in the hundreds of years that never were, he has the feeling that Geralt probably did build many of the things in their home for himself.

(Speaking of, John shifts for a moment, pressing a hand to his chest, reassuring himself that the little acorn that Geralt had carved for him is still safe and sound in his jacket pocket. After rolling around in the sand to escape that creature, he could never be too certain.)

John lets out the huff of a laugh at the continued grumbling. Jaskier... He remembers the other man's affinity for plants, during their time as gods. He also remembers the way his magic had crumbled, corrupting as he had fought so hard to maintain it, during that last conversation of theirs. The thought that any such ability has returned to Jaskier fills John with a fondness for the bard. He will be grateful to see him again too, even despite the...

"Pets?" John asks, raising an eyebrow even despite the fact that Geralt cannot see him. "You do seem to have a talent for collecting strays." John himself now among that number, it would seem.