[Of course it's fair. Jaskier is not complaining, exactly; he needn't be waited on by Witchers and Witcheresses as if he can't look after himself. But he is a traveling man who suddenly can't travel, which means he feels... stuck. Sometimes. And being stuck means he cannot just go out and charm a new audience, no matter what his heart longs for.

(And if he's honest to himself, he does not fully trust being alone. Not now. Not yet.]

He will do no such thing. I haven't purchased him only to let him lay about! I'm training him. He's gotten very good at eating the lizards that have been going after my buds, even.

[Mog makes a croak as he stretches after his meal, hopping on top of the table where Geralt works to stretch out, wings folded.

Geralt could not pry the toy gryphon from his cold, dead hands if he tried. Jaskier is completely enamored with him, and it's likely Mog knows it.]

I thought you were fine with sleeping on the floor. [He smiles at Geralt across the table, plucking up the singularly potted plants to arrange them in a gradient of colored buds.] You're right. Er. Should I build a nest? Perhaps under the table?

[He's a gryphon, after all. Yes, Jaskier asked the questions he could think of, but -- well. One of them is the monster expert.]