But the good kind of secret. Clandestine trysts are very exciting.

[Nadine sets herself to preparing a place for them.

The loft itself is another product entirely of fantasy. She knows what actual barns are like, and she doesn't want any of that here. Manure and flies aren't the least bit romantic. Instead it smells of sweet hay and freshly oiled wood, and when the lanterns are lit it's filled with a rich warm light that casts striking shadows against the wall.]

If they do come in it doesn't matter, cows can't climb ladders.

[She spreads out the blankets...that she could have sworn were flannel, but this is better, and sits to take off her snow boots. Here they are. She's really doing this, no urging or additives at play whatsoever. But it is a bit exciting, and she can feel that pleasant little flutter in her lower abdomen when she looks up at Jaskier. He is attractive, and very appealing as he is, bare-chested and backed by the clouds and snow out the window. And that smile...

Physical desires are beginning to stir.]

Now get over here and join me, I'm starting to feel like I'm a little overdressed.