It's not slander. You did pass out on the ride. [ It's hard to tell if she's being intentionally obtuse just to poke at him (she is). But, in her defense, she fully supports sluts' rights either way, so it's fine.
She does roll her eyes at him fawning over Nadine explaining corndogs, but other than muttering under her breath about how fawning over a grade school teacher's explanations does nothing to dispel the comparison to children, she lets it go. Instead, she looks around at the various foodstuffs available -- it's interesting because not all of these are things Julie knows to associate with fairs. Sure, the classics are all available, but she knows that fairs tend toward super regional foods as well. ]
Nadine, did y'all have bierocks? They're like, crazy popular where I'm from, every fair I ever remember had 'em, but I think they might be a Kansas thing.
[ She takes a bite of turkey, offering Geralt some of the potato she's holding at the same time. As they walk, she pauses to grab an extremely large plastic cup that's labeled cherry limeade. It is not given to Jaskier as a drink that is made of actual cherries. ] Yeah, this is somethin' we do once or twice a year. Back home, we had way more festivals and fairs -- sometimes in the summer, I'd go to a different one every other week -- but only the big state fairs and carnivals have all the real goodie.
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She does roll her eyes at him fawning over Nadine explaining corndogs, but other than muttering under her breath about how fawning over a grade school teacher's explanations does nothing to dispel the comparison to children, she lets it go. Instead, she looks around at the various foodstuffs available -- it's interesting because not all of these are things Julie knows to associate with fairs. Sure, the classics are all available, but she knows that fairs tend toward super regional foods as well. ]
Nadine, did y'all have bierocks? They're like, crazy popular where I'm from, every fair I ever remember had 'em, but I think they might be a Kansas thing.
[ She takes a bite of turkey, offering Geralt some of the potato she's holding at the same time. As they walk, she pauses to grab an extremely large plastic cup that's labeled cherry limeade. It is not given to Jaskier as a drink that is made of actual cherries. ] Yeah, this is somethin' we do once or twice a year. Back home, we had way more festivals and fairs -- sometimes in the summer, I'd go to a different one every other week -- but only the big state fairs and carnivals have all the real goodie.