[He does regard Alucard for a moment, though, almost cautiously. Not that he expects him to start requesting deadly poisons or anything, but the thought has occurred to Jaskier. Plenty of things that can kill a man. On the other hand: Godflesh mushrooms would be a bit of fun, too. Perhaps he could even persuade Alucard along for that very fabulous mental ride.
He'll have to start from scratch, though. The growing. For whatever reason, the potted plants in the windowsill have all decided to die. He's checked on the cemetery and all appears to still be mostly in order... except one of the blackberry bushes caught some rot, which he'd cut away.
Just a bit of unluckiness, that was all.]
Having tasted your fine cuisine, I have the utmost confidence in your abilities. [He very much hopes his smile is reassuring. And look, Jaskier has learned! He makes no comment on Alucard's relief, palpable as it is. Let him go forth where he's comfortable.] To be fair, my grandmother was struck by a wagon and died. And my mother didn't cook, so... well, you've got me there. In my experiences, it feels a bit vulgar to label it servants' work.
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[He does regard Alucard for a moment, though, almost cautiously. Not that he expects him to start requesting deadly poisons or anything, but the thought has occurred to Jaskier. Plenty of things that can kill a man. On the other hand: Godflesh mushrooms would be a bit of fun, too. Perhaps he could even persuade Alucard along for that very fabulous mental ride.
He'll have to start from scratch, though. The growing. For whatever reason, the potted plants in the windowsill have all decided to die. He's checked on the cemetery and all appears to still be mostly in order... except one of the blackberry bushes caught some rot, which he'd cut away.
Just a bit of unluckiness, that was all.]
Having tasted your fine cuisine, I have the utmost confidence in your abilities. [He very much hopes his smile is reassuring. And look, Jaskier has learned! He makes no comment on Alucard's relief, palpable as it is. Let him go forth where he's comfortable.] To be fair, my grandmother was struck by a wagon and died. And my mother didn't cook, so... well, you've got me there. In my experiences, it feels a bit vulgar to label it servants' work.