[ Look, she could have put a camel over there, it probably would have been more accurate, but they smell and also spit. It is very important that the birth of Christ be witnessed by an animal, however, and a lamb seemed innocuous enough. It just has to sit there for a while and be cute. And not get eaten. Which, to be fair, Julie had not anticipated being a necessary element to the nativity.

Jaskier definitely catches her by surprise, maybe just because he sounds so melancholy to be saying such a stupid thing, and she chokes on a laugh as she takes the bottle back from Geralt. ] Can't think of a classier way to put it, really.

[ With a swig and another pass of the bottle to Jaskier, she shakes her head and makes a vague noise. ] It's just always the end that fucks up. Like, I set the flowers on fire, so fire should be easy, right? Watch this shit.

[ Both hands in front of her, she narrows her eyes and focuses on the space above her palms, where a sparkling ball of flame suddenly erupts into existence. It holds for a minute, wobbling, then abruptly explodes into a shower of ash. She doesn't know why it won't stay lit when the flowers keep catching fire.

She dusts her hands off with a look of irritation at the whole exercise. ] Every single fuckin' time, for days now.