[ Ciri gives him an absolute gremlin grin, making the image of her holding the lute possibly even stranger. ]

There was a lady tasked with teaching me the harp when I was... oh, perhaps seven or eight? Terrible old crone. Or so I was convinced at the time. It so happened she was terrified of crickets.

[ Bet Jaskier can't figure out what Ciri devoted all of her extra time to catching and releasing in the music room. ]

We had such an unusual pest problem that summer. Terribly distracting.

[ Jaskier is very lucky Ciri likes him. Now that she's holding the instrument apparently correctly, she slides the side of her thumb down the strings to make... some sort of sound. Probably not a good one. ]

Perhaps. The silver sounds pretty.

[ And, totally innocently, she looks up with big eyes to ask: ]

What would you get, if you could get anything at all?