Geralt stops by, too, peering in with genuine curiosity. He's seen enough modern trappings in various people's domains that the wares inside aren't as strange to him as they might've been once, but...the thing that stands out the most to him still is the uniformity of certain items. How a series of spoons or cups will look exactly the same, like they've been endlessly replicated with precision.

He brushes his fingers over a small golden orb hanging on a wreath before continuing down the path with her. He makes a thoughtful sound. In the care of suggests something about her that would explain a few things if it's true.

"I spent some time at a temple when I was a boy. Though the priestess would have anyone's head if they thought her old-fashioned." There's amusement, too, and underneath that is a note of fondness. His childhood was a complicated matter, but some parts of it are less so and his time with Nenneke is one of them.

"You grew up under the church's care?"