Old? [He says, aghast, between popping a round pebble of goat cheese into his mouth. Those baths? Not to him. Though, granted, there is something to be said of what one was is able to get away with even in Cadens's rather public baths --
It's a good memory, that's all. Him sinking between Geralt's legs.
Oh. Ah. She has a point.]
Right. I do remember that particular restriction. [Even though it goes without saying they had more important things to be worried over: that being Geralt, stuck in a cage, treated like a criminal when he'd committed no crime. And Jaskier had thought little of leaving while his friend was there, submitting new appeals to have him released nearly on the daily, to the point where the officers recognized the sound of his footsteps approaching.
Ever the gossiper, Jaskier's brows raise at her hook. It's a story, a potential one. Whether she's mentioning it only offhand or because she wants him to ask, he's taking it.] A quest, you say? How knightly of you. [He settles in against his own bench, stuffing a pillow behind his back against the wall. The wine refills. Fresh bread rolls appear next to the cheese, still steaming as he tears one in two halves.] Settle in. I want to hear this story.
should we wrap up/handwave here for future things? I'm down for w/e!
It's a good memory, that's all. Him sinking between Geralt's legs.
Oh. Ah. She has a point.]
Right. I do remember that particular restriction. [Even though it goes without saying they had more important things to be worried over: that being Geralt, stuck in a cage, treated like a criminal when he'd committed no crime. And Jaskier had thought little of leaving while his friend was there, submitting new appeals to have him released nearly on the daily, to the point where the officers recognized the sound of his footsteps approaching.
Ever the gossiper, Jaskier's brows raise at her hook. It's a story, a potential one. Whether she's mentioning it only offhand or because she wants him to ask, he's taking it.] A quest, you say? How knightly of you. [He settles in against his own bench, stuffing a pillow behind his back against the wall. The wine refills. Fresh bread rolls appear next to the cheese, still steaming as he tears one in two halves.] Settle in. I want to hear this story.