[Jaskier sticks his tongue out at the Witcher. Just a little. Enough that it may have only been an accident. He is, after all, an adult.

Of course he can smell her on him. (He does wonder a bit what he smells like now. What a confusing mix of things it must be. Of women and men, perfume and drinks, and now a bit of cheese. Obviously, he still smells very good.)]

Mmm. Yes. That is true. [He returns to a smile, reaching over to pinch Geralt's cheek. He doesn't like it, that he returns so quickly to brooding, but what can one bard do? He can't change him. (And maybe. Sometimes. It's. Sort of endearing.)] Something called, er... what was it? Xernex? And a medicinal herb. Oh. One I could grow, actually! I might have to try a bit, you know, out there. For inspiration. She said it was very inspirational.