[This is it, then. A cottage with a kitchen, a bedroom (which he peeks into, unable himself) and books. It's an artist's getaway, to be sure, if it wasn't for the rainstorm. Though... Alucard has set it up so the rain pitter-pattering on the roof is gentle, not annoying.

Jaskier, curious, watches him move about his own space. Certainly it's nothing like the discomfort he saw tensing Alucard in the babble of the museum. He plucks up the knife and begins cutting them both a sizable slice of bread, still vaguely warm to the touch.]

They both sound excellent. The hazelnuts, I think. [Anything for a bite of the rarer things in life, when he so often spent time on the road. And though he could summon up a brie, naturally, he likes the aspects of the Horizon that feel all the more... real. Thus, the vineyard.

He does summon a few grapes, though. Not out of nothing, but simply a relocator spell. They'll go well with the goat cheese.] I imagine you don't have company here much, do you?

[Not with the single bedroom. The single bed. He leans against the counter, plucking at grapes. However this day was meant to go, he didn't expect he'd wind up here.] Thank you for inviting me in, Alucard.

[He might not only be speaking of his cottage, or his domain.]