The bone strikes Jaskier right between the eyes, making him drop Mog (who curses at him with a squawk) as Jaskier bends over to hold the spot it hit with a fuck. Ow. "That was absolutely uncalled for." Jaskier gives John a look as if to say, can you believe how immature he is? As if there's not a rain cloud stubbornly following him around the room.

Jaskier heals the growing bruise on his head with a touch of chaos and a gentle sparkling from his fingers, then crosses his legs as if it never happened in the first place.

"So, you've only come with Geralt's illustrious company in mind?" He wipes water from his face and makes sure it rains even harder on Geralt, before the magic sizzles out and the rain stops. Not John's most intelligent decision to date, he can imagine, but it's true enough that Geralt has quite the stable life. A place to stay, steady coin, a very rich friend. "Come, you can't really be offering him up as a stablehand. Whatever you're interested in doing, John, I'm certain I'll know the right person to introduce you to."