[Jaskier, least, gives Geralt's hand a customary smack. Just to remind him who's boss.]
Ah, so you've accepted your little girl has grown up. [He kids. It's not as if Geralt's ever went into a full dad-ish energy, but it certainly lingers around him. Jaskier likes to think he sometimes catches this softness in Geralt's eyes when he listens to her -- when it's just the three of them, or Rinwell joins in, spreading out a deck of cards or knucklebones. When Ciri grins as she wins, Rinwell reading and Hootle hooting and pecking at Jaskier's hair.
The moments, he thinks, even a Witcher can settle down for.]
Oooooh. Partners. She hasn't gone into detail on this to me. Have you vetted them? Of course, we can't have any partners around Ciri who aren't, how to say, up to par.
For hunting, of course.
[Give Jaskier a bit of ale, the memories of the Path, and he's back to ribbing Geralt endlessly. Even Mog seems to join in, stretching until his paws land on Geralt's leg and tug gently at his pants.]
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Ah, so you've accepted your little girl has grown up. [He kids. It's not as if Geralt's ever went into a full dad-ish energy, but it certainly lingers around him. Jaskier likes to think he sometimes catches this softness in Geralt's eyes when he listens to her -- when it's just the three of them, or Rinwell joins in, spreading out a deck of cards or knucklebones. When Ciri grins as she wins, Rinwell reading and Hootle hooting and pecking at Jaskier's hair.
The moments, he thinks, even a Witcher can settle down for.]
Oooooh. Partners. She hasn't gone into detail on this to me. Have you vetted them? Of course, we can't have any partners around Ciri who aren't, how to say, up to par.
For hunting, of course.
[Give Jaskier a bit of ale, the memories of the Path, and he's back to ribbing Geralt endlessly. Even Mog seems to join in, stretching until his paws land on Geralt's leg and tug gently at his pants.]