[Jaskier smiles.] Hardly. I know plenty of the hobbies of royals, but... truthfully, I imagined you more a painter. I know you're very talented at gentle stroking with your hand, after all.

[He laughs. He can't help himself. Company, a gift -- what more does a man really need some days?]

Oh, the horse! Geralt would love it. His are much more... well, square.

[Geralt is not, however, putting much time into them. More like a distraction, he thinks. Something to occupy his hands.]

Twelve? This is remarkably good for twelve! As far as I know about whittling, at any rate. [However, the next offering... Jaskier politely purses his lips.] Oh. What a lovely... rab... bit?

[It has ears?]