You're lucky it won't. [He sneers at Geralt, but it's all in good fun. And if the Witcher is going to stand back, so, too, will Jaskier. He sort of just scuttles back like a crab after Julie's hit, giving her a wry grin.] You have to agree, it'd certainly make him smell better.

[A pail of water appears by Jaskier's boot, though, just in case. (It's mostly a joke.)

They go still, and wait. Apparently they both can sense this is taking some concentration. However, Jaskier does begin to clap when the plant catches fire. That's. That's what she was going for, right?

Probably not the raging inferno, which makes Jaskier scramble back with a yell even further, only just missing a bit of a singe to the tail of his coat. The fire scorches, burning like a storm, and then at once, dies.

Well. Fuck.]

You... you meant to do all that, right? Because it was, er. Very impressive.