[A bit of surprise crosses Jaskier's face, but it passes rather quickly. Their glasses click together, Jaskier taking a deep sip afterwards. The wine is shit, sour as hell, and the fermentation hits the back of his tongue hard.

Tastes about how Oxenfurt feels.]

Rhy, you have an absolutely wonderful outlook on life, might I say.

[Drunk and distracted. Jaskier isn't the only one who appears to have changed. He gives Rhy a look of consideration, moving across his face. (All right, he's still as handsome as ever, too.) Has something happened? In Thorne, perhaps?] It's nice to be understood. Sometimes all I want is to drink and forget who I am. For a while. A distraction.

[From life. From memories. Perhaps that's where Rhy's change comes from, too. Memories.]