[A what? Why is that so confusing? Jaskier slowly lowers his glass from his lips with a small knit between his brows, gazing levelly at Julie as he tries to --
Ah.
It is so far the response he expected.
And Ciri, too, apparently. Jaskier already sort of had his hysterical breakdown earlier, so he doesn't have the energy for it now. But to see that this is the form it takes in Ciri, all those coils that had been squeezing so tight in her releasing all at once... in the form of laughter?
Jaskier lets out a small laugh himself, and he pats his hand on Ciri's back as it shakes underneath his touch.
A release for the both of them.]
Are you seriously suggesting the idea that we, what? Put a little hat -- [Okay, now he's starting to laugh] a little hat on -- on a cockroach [oh, it's getting a little worse] and feed it tiny sandwiches?
[There's tiny tears at the corner of his eyes now.] Please, Julie. Gods. It's the name of his horse. Roach is his horse.
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Ah.
It is so far the response he expected.
And Ciri, too, apparently. Jaskier already sort of had his hysterical breakdown earlier, so he doesn't have the energy for it now. But to see that this is the form it takes in Ciri, all those coils that had been squeezing so tight in her releasing all at once... in the form of laughter?
Jaskier lets out a small laugh himself, and he pats his hand on Ciri's back as it shakes underneath his touch.
A release for the both of them.]
Are you seriously suggesting the idea that we, what? Put a little hat -- [Okay, now he's starting to laugh] a little hat on -- on a cockroach [oh, it's getting a little worse] and feed it tiny sandwiches?
[There's tiny tears at the corner of his eyes now.] Please, Julie. Gods. It's the name of his horse. Roach is his horse.