[Absolutely no one did. And it's a shame. Surely they had all the time in the world in winter to perfect their dishes, and they served mushrooms floating in water.

If anything serves to brighten Jaskier's mood, even a bit, it's watching the bird hop across the table, studying its environment. He may keep it around, just for fun. Swallows. Hadn't Ciri mentioned swallows at some point? It doesn't really look much like her, except for the frown to its gaze.

Sort of the way she'd looked at him when she'd cornered him with what happened?]

Why, thank you. You know me and nuance. Hand in hand. [He gives the bird a scritch under its beak, which ruffles the feathers around its head.

Ah. Drink? Gods, he'd drink the roof under if he could. Perhaps not on his friend's tab, though, or his own. (Surely Geralt is going to ask where their stash is dwindling off to.)] Mm. I could go for it, a nice, full-bodied wine. Already had a bottle today, though. Or. Two. One and a half, specifically.

[Unfortunately not full-bodied. Only cheap.]