Oh, they didn't give you a copy of the handbook back when you got Ciri? It's a rule. You have a daughter, you gotta play dress-up. That's just how it is. And you lucked out 'cause she was too old for tea parties. [ Even the worst fathers Julie ever knew, her own included, couldn't be expected to remain stalwart in the face of little girls. Especially more than one, and Julie had many cousins to sleep over and assist in wearing down a drunk, tired, blue-collar man enough for hair ribbons and sparkly nails.

Between Jaskier and Julie egging Ciri on, and the little girls from Solvunn, Geralt never stood a chance.

She laughs again, picturing Geralt shoved into something that Jaskier would deem worthy. She can also picture Geralt's general reaction to being put in public that way. ] How big was the hat?