[ She's mostly amusing herself by teasing him, although she has no opposition to actually kissing him. She regularly kisses people that she has literally just met, it's great. But she also wants him to get acclimated to what is surely a new feeling for him, not distract him from it.

High sex is incredibly great, though, Jaskier. Just so you know.

Her eyes light up with delight when he creates the flowers from nothing, and she takes the crown delicately, running her fingertip over one of the blooms. She looks back at him, smile wide. ]

I didn't know your name was a real word, like for somethin' else. We have buttercups back home too. There's stories about 'em, fairytales, and little kids play games with 'em. We call people buttercup, too. Like people you love, your family and friends, it's a term of endearment.