I don't know if I would call any frog particularly animated, but -- [Jaskier pauses. It takes him a moment to catch onto that word which, in retrospect, is very imperative. He takes several sips and finishes off his drink.

Oh.

Reanimate. Huh.]

Wait. It was dead?

[He sounds more perplexed than horrified. Maybe if it wasn't a cute little frog. And if he wasn't a bit under the drink. He offers it a hand, petting it between the eyes. Jaskier was far from an expert on what a misbehaving frog would look like, but this seemed pleasant enough. It wasn't particularly drippy or, er, toothy.] You know, I'm sure somewhere there's laws about this sort of thing. Magic laws? Is that a thing? It probably is. Don't tell me you learned that from the demonstrations?

[It made his little bird pale in comparison. (Hah. Pale. It was already see-through.)]