[ It is not slander if it's technically the truth. Only one of them has roughly four or five concurrent paramours.
Geralt continues to quietly eat, as he's wont to do. He takes a bite of what Julie gives him, offers little by way of commentary on the taste of the foods (rich, buttery, occasionally either too sweet or too salty, but none of it is unpleasant and some even familiar), and allows Jaskier to steal pieces. It is, in other words, a good thing he is in the company of three because the silence from him on his own would've been deafening.
He is enjoying the excursion. Just hard to tell unless one knows him.
At some point, Geralt hands the remaining hunk of leg to Jaskier and reaches for a beer from somewhere behind a market stall. Was it always there or did he subtly manifest it himself? Doesn't matter; he's used to drinking almost always, and certainly when there's an outing. So that's what he has. It is bottled in glass, in the style he's come to know from too many visits between Sam and Julie and Dean, and he pops the cap easily with his thumb.
When they draw up towards the games Nadine speaks of, he doesn't see the games at first. Instead, what confronts him are multiple walls lined with colourful stuffed toys. Hm.
With some consideration, Geralt reaches up and squeezes one upon its fuzzy yellow belly where it says press. It gives a distant, tinny squawk. ]
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Geralt continues to quietly eat, as he's wont to do. He takes a bite of what Julie gives him, offers little by way of commentary on the taste of the foods (rich, buttery, occasionally either too sweet or too salty, but none of it is unpleasant and some even familiar), and allows Jaskier to steal pieces. It is, in other words, a good thing he is in the company of three because the silence from him on his own would've been deafening.
He is enjoying the excursion. Just hard to tell unless one knows him.
At some point, Geralt hands the remaining hunk of leg to Jaskier and reaches for a beer from somewhere behind a market stall. Was it always there or did he subtly manifest it himself? Doesn't matter; he's used to drinking almost always, and certainly when there's an outing. So that's what he has. It is bottled in glass, in the style he's come to know from too many visits between Sam and Julie and Dean, and he pops the cap easily with his thumb.
When they draw up towards the games Nadine speaks of, he doesn't see the games at first. Instead, what confronts him are multiple walls lined with colourful stuffed toys. Hm.
With some consideration, Geralt reaches up and squeezes one upon its fuzzy yellow belly where it says press. It gives a distant, tinny squawk. ]