[Jaskier really must spend time with both of them more often, because he thinks it's an utter delight to see Geralt fold under Ciri's pressure. He doesn't even complain! This, he thinks, is what... it's what he liked imagining, the first time Geralt told him of her.

That she was here. And far from a child. Even without memories, he's powerless against her.]

You will be delighted to know that I'm insisting we all take in a bit of the local culture. [He threads his fingers through Geralt's hair, twisting a bit up as he weaves one of the flowers into it. He respects Geralt enough to make sure the rest is simply tied in a ponytail. As he so loves.] I met a mage at a theatre called The Cat -- the theatre, not the mage -- a few weeks ago, and the shows there are fantastic. And afterwards, because I'm sure you'll both be simply riling with energy, we drink! I know, it sounds brilliant. Possibly the best night your lives. You're welcome.