[Believe him, he's already thinking about sex, even though he's talking about other things. It's hard not to when he's never seen that hair color, and Julie is beautiful and kind and he's. Well. Jaskier.]

I believe we one similar. [He has definitely been lovingly called buttercup, but he's also not bringing that up because that same woman sort of. Broke his heart.] They've always been sweet little things to me. They would grow all over our hillsides in the spring, covering them in gold. And the children would go out and pick them to make these crowns.

[Which is yours, Julie, as he takes her in holding it carefully with a delicious flutter in his heart. Some women are just effortlessly attractive. He really envies them for that.]

You are more than welcome to call me that as well. Endearingly.

[He meets her smile with his own.] You know, Julie and Julian. It's probably best I have a separate name. They're quite easy to confuse when a tongue becomes too heavy.

[His is definitely getting there. But to her credit, he is definitely relaxed now, the slopes of his shoulders softened.]