[Once Nadine opens the door and steps outside, Jaskier raises his head and gives her the classiest wink one bard is capable of. The moogle spins and his tiny claws pluck the lute like he means to tear it apart... which is oddly nearly identical to how Jaskier is playing it with absolute ablomb.
It's not the reaction he wants, seeing her face, but it's also not terrible. It is only neutral enough that he continues the song through to its end, and the shades behind them go away. The giant gold bird, on the other hand, gives an appreciative trumpet of a sound.
His face drops a little.] A what? [And a who? Excuse you. He is not a Peter, whoever that is -- a frankly boring name if you ask him. He is The Lady Gaga. Of the Continent. Moglad's wings flutter frantically as he tips his head to the side. Did she not like it? he asks, and seems very invested in the answer.]
Oh, I'm sure she's simply stunned. That's all. [He responds quietly to the moogle, before turning back to Nadine with a smile, holding an arm up.] Hello again, my dear! You look as ravishing as ever.
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It's not the reaction he wants, seeing her face, but it's also not terrible. It is only neutral enough that he continues the song through to its end, and the shades behind them go away. The giant gold bird, on the other hand, gives an appreciative trumpet of a sound.
His face drops a little.] A what? [And a who? Excuse you. He is not a Peter, whoever that is -- a frankly boring name if you ask him. He is The Lady Gaga. Of the Continent. Moglad's wings flutter frantically as he tips his head to the side. Did she not like it? he asks, and seems very invested in the answer.]
Oh, I'm sure she's simply stunned. That's all. [He responds quietly to the moogle, before turning back to Nadine with a smile, holding an arm up.] Hello again, my dear! You look as ravishing as ever.