[Alucard understands and enjoys the nuances of silence. Companionable is his favorite kind, the one where you trust the other person enough that you don't feel the need to say anything at all. He is also skilled at enduring the awkward silence.
But this falls into the category of strange. Jaskier doesn't do quiet, not really, even if he's doing magic.
Thank goodness the swallow fills a little, and no one blinks twice at bringing a bird into the bar.]
No soup it is. [No one taught the Witchers how to cook did they?
After a few moments, Alucard catches the bartender's eye, and she walks over with an air of familarity towards the dhampir. Their exchange is pleasant and familiar enough, and Alucard's made a point of requesting two of the chicken platters. Extra bell peppers, please.
Once hat's done, all eyes turn to the bird.]
The blue is rather nuanced. It'll match the hat nicely.
[--Oh. Duh.] Did you want anything to drink? Slipped my mind.
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But this falls into the category of strange. Jaskier doesn't do quiet, not really, even if he's doing magic.
Thank goodness the swallow fills a little, and no one blinks twice at bringing a bird into the bar.]
No soup it is. [No one taught the Witchers how to cook did they?
After a few moments, Alucard catches the bartender's eye, and she walks over with an air of familarity towards the dhampir. Their exchange is pleasant and familiar enough, and Alucard's made a point of requesting two of the chicken platters. Extra bell peppers, please.
Once hat's done, all eyes turn to the bird.]
The blue is rather nuanced. It'll match the hat nicely.
[--Oh. Duh.] Did you want anything to drink? Slipped my mind.