Not bad! That's really the best you can do? This is far better than that swivel they deem worth a crown in the markets.
[Hmph. His is worth at least twice as much, with the freshest herbs coin can buy (which he doesn't buy, thank you.) But his prattling about nothing important is the Jaskier way; a sign that he, too, feels some sense of normalcy, overcome with relief. He cracks open one of his loaves himself, popping a fluff of bread in his mouth, then going back to kneading.
It's been something to keep him busy, for sure. But, as an added side effect, it's helped loosen up the tightness in his arm, keeping a use for it. The scar doesn't pull so terribly now.]
Right. A stable's a fine idea. And a little land to grow some treats with them wouldn't be terribly amiss. [Is it fair to say he's becoming a bit fond of his earth magic? Even if he can still quite recall the way those finds had pulverized a man's bone, they... it was still in the name of protecting what he holds dear to him.
Jaskier snorts, picking off a bit of dough to flick at her.] There's a reason I'm the only poet in this household. [He's not going to tell her it's not half-bad.] I was destined for much greater than remaining a lowly baker. There's plenty men who can bake bread, but not a single one other than myself who can perform my music.
[Oh, gods. If anything is an indication that Jaskier's returning to his prime, cheery self, it's that he's begun talking magnanimously about himself again.]
no subject
[Hmph. His is worth at least twice as much, with the freshest herbs coin can buy (which he doesn't buy, thank you.) But his prattling about nothing important is the Jaskier way; a sign that he, too, feels some sense of normalcy, overcome with relief. He cracks open one of his loaves himself, popping a fluff of bread in his mouth, then going back to kneading.
It's been something to keep him busy, for sure. But, as an added side effect, it's helped loosen up the tightness in his arm, keeping a use for it. The scar doesn't pull so terribly now.]
Right. A stable's a fine idea. And a little land to grow some treats with them wouldn't be terribly amiss. [Is it fair to say he's becoming a bit fond of his earth magic? Even if he can still quite recall the way those finds had pulverized a man's bone, they... it was still in the name of protecting what he holds dear to him.
Jaskier snorts, picking off a bit of dough to flick at her.] There's a reason I'm the only poet in this household. [He's not going to tell her it's not half-bad.] I was destined for much greater than remaining a lowly baker. There's plenty men who can bake bread, but not a single one other than myself who can perform my music.
[Oh, gods. If anything is an indication that Jaskier's returning to his prime, cheery self, it's that he's begun talking magnanimously about himself again.]