[He grins at Geralt, knowing full well the man is hardly the sort to be swindled, especially by jelly, glowing or not. (A shame, though. It would have been fun to put next to his lamp.) Geralt wanders off again as Jaskier buys a bottle of wine, a rich, deep red he expects will go rather well with their next rabbit roast. In his hands are small trinkets for others: a small figurine of a horse for Rinwell, and a horror novel for Hector. The leather bag full of hand-painted cards for Ciri.
Then he finds Geralt again, peering around his shoulder.] I know you aren't looking for jewelry. Though if you are, I would love something with a yellow stone.
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[He grins at Geralt, knowing full well the man is hardly the sort to be swindled, especially by jelly, glowing or not. (A shame, though. It would have been fun to put next to his lamp.) Geralt wanders off again as Jaskier buys a bottle of wine, a rich, deep red he expects will go rather well with their next rabbit roast. In his hands are small trinkets for others: a small figurine of a horse for Rinwell, and a horror novel for Hector. The leather bag full of hand-painted cards for Ciri.
Then he finds Geralt again, peering around his shoulder.] I know you aren't looking for jewelry. Though if you are, I would love something with a yellow stone.