[Oh, she -- all right, she totally didn't understand that, but that's fine! He now understands that dragons can eat all sorts, apparently, and an orange or apple is far more easily smuggled than a drumstick.

Oooh, he's so tempted to ask what, in fact, has been worse than this. Of course there's all sorts of thing, but the words hold such a promise of stories.]

I am not sure what a dodo is, but I'm very familiar with bad eggs. Worry not. I will bring nothing foul. Or fowl.

[Hah. He gives Himeka a slight bow at his waist.] I'll return soon enough.

[And so he does. Jaskier has made a habit of becoming a thief in the night... when it came to taking food from the guest banquets to retire to his room, citing songwriting or studying as his preference. He wraps it in cloth and steadily returns to Himeka's cell, an orange and a bit of cheese shoved in a bread roll that he holds out between the bars.]

Here you are, my dear. Ignore any, ah, lint on the sides. One's doublets are not really meant for this sort of thing.