[He knows that sigh. It's fond. It's definitely fond! (It's fond, isn't it? No matter his crisis, he doesn't want to bring trouble to their household. Really. But he was reassured the gryphon was quite domesticated, and came from a respectable enough line even if he was a bit of a mutt, and had no tendency to chew or bite, which was important.)
Jaskier ducks behind the table to push back a few pots of extra soil -- incase there are any plant accidents, especially with Mog around -- and pops back up just in time to see.
There is not a chance he would miss it. A gryphon paw curled around a Witcher's finger.
Geralt would not let anything happen to this creature. He already knows.]
As much as he recognizes you as one. [He flicks the Witcher's arm.] That was the last of the crates, wasn't it? I think... gods. I might be close to really opening.
[His first shop. He's worked on his own since he was quite young, but this -- hah. What would his parents think of him becoming a merchant?]
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Jaskier ducks behind the table to push back a few pots of extra soil -- incase there are any plant accidents, especially with Mog around -- and pops back up just in time to see.
There is not a chance he would miss it. A gryphon paw curled around a Witcher's finger.
Geralt would not let anything happen to this creature. He already knows.]
As much as he recognizes you as one. [He flicks the Witcher's arm.] That was the last of the crates, wasn't it? I think... gods. I might be close to really opening.
[His first shop. He's worked on his own since he was quite young, but this -- hah. What would his parents think of him becoming a merchant?]