[ Geralt releases the sad squawking duck to find a ball in his hand. He weighs it idly; lighter than a typical leather ball but with enough heft. When it comes to games, he supposes there isn't anything more universal than throwing balls into buckets and cups.
Can't remember the last time he played any sort of game where drink wasn't involved.
He squints at the jug for a moment or two. Gives it an experimental lob. He takes a couple of tries—they neglected festival ball tosses during his Witcher training—but the third sinks in neatly, as does the fourth. Like once he's caught on how to aim it, he's incapable of missing.
If anyone has him do it a fifth and sixth time, they'll find that's exactly the case.
Hm. What does he win. The squeaky duck? The fluffy rodent that looks as though someone splattered it with paint while blindfolded? Nadine says who you're with; he ends up looking to Julie. It only seems fitting—what else would he do except give one of these glassy-eyed colourful toys to her? ]
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Can't remember the last time he played any sort of game where drink wasn't involved.
He squints at the jug for a moment or two. Gives it an experimental lob. He takes a couple of tries—they neglected festival ball tosses during his Witcher training—but the third sinks in neatly, as does the fourth. Like once he's caught on how to aim it, he's incapable of missing.
If anyone has him do it a fifth and sixth time, they'll find that's exactly the case.
Hm. What does he win. The squeaky duck? The fluffy rodent that looks as though someone splattered it with paint while blindfolded? Nadine says who you're with; he ends up looking to Julie. It only seems fitting—what else would he do except give one of these glassy-eyed colourful toys to her? ]