[Luckily, Julie is quite good company already with Jaskier, who is more than not the one who is talking without expecting to be followed. And with alcohol already in his system -- Horizon or no, he simply lets it take its natural course -- he's happy to nod along with what she says, with an intermission of "Oh, yes, right," between her words.

Oh, no. He flinches when she says back in the desert. A lucky guess, and far too close to home.

At this point, whatever she gets him, he'll take. He's not the smartest man at modern parties.] Oh, I'm fine! Don't worry about it, I promise. [Ugh. Ew. Well, at least he knows they're edible now.] Er -- weed? Ah. I don't -- I haven't a habit of chewing grass. [The other word she says sort of just melts through his head.] Sure, yes. That sounds wonderful. [It's probably a drink or something. Right?]