[Jaskier doesn't have as much grace, not when he finds so much ease in her company already.] Goblets, actually. Fit for kings.
[Look, he won't puff himself up about the wine before she tries it, but he feels it does deserve its own special glass rather than straight from the bottle (though, honestly, he has no reservations against that.)]
You knew? So you encountered it before. [Then wouldn't that mean it'd always had magic? Ah, perhaps her people are a bit behind the times on magic, then. Or... perhaps they don't have elves. If they were to imagine elves the first to truly harness chaos --
He offers a hand for the bottle to free the cork from its confines. At that little hook of a comment, though, his brow quirks. Ooh. Even more mysterious. He catches on it as any eager fish would.]
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[Look, he won't puff himself up about the wine before she tries it, but he feels it does deserve its own special glass rather than straight from the bottle (though, honestly, he has no reservations against that.)]
You knew? So you encountered it before. [Then wouldn't that mean it'd always had magic? Ah, perhaps her people are a bit behind the times on magic, then. Or... perhaps they don't have elves. If they were to imagine elves the first to truly harness chaos --
He offers a hand for the bottle to free the cork from its confines. At that little hook of a comment, though, his brow quirks. Ooh. Even more mysterious. He catches on it as any eager fish would.]
Please. Do go on.