[ His gaze is a bit thoughtful, a hint of concern remaining until she's up on her own feet, bottle in hand. He gives a glance behind him at Jaskier, then follows Julie to the table overflowing with plates and...everything. He's not sure if their little exercise helped, but Julie seems to have moved onto other matters and he knows her well enough by now to understand that that functions as better, for the time being.
His wolf may or may not be chewing on a leg or other from the ground, clearly stolen while they were occupied with burning flowers. Geralt pats the animal absently on its head.
He hovers a bit—uncertain what he's looking at. Food, obviously, but. It's piled so high, he doesn't even know where to begin. He ends up taking a bottle of vodka, and pulls up the nearest chair. He swings his legs over it. ]
A little undercooked if it is.
[ It's very much alive. He can hear it bleating again. ]
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His wolf may or may not be chewing on a leg or other from the ground, clearly stolen while they were occupied with burning flowers. Geralt pats the animal absently on its head.
He hovers a bit—uncertain what he's looking at. Food, obviously, but. It's piled so high, he doesn't even know where to begin. He ends up taking a bottle of vodka, and pulls up the nearest chair. He swings his legs over it. ]
A little undercooked if it is.
[ It's very much alive. He can hear it bleating again. ]