[Jaskier commits to only listening to the ladies' back and forth so he can try to pick up what they're talking about, to imagine what the childhood of these women on such a different world must have been like. From what he's beginning to hear... it's apparently a lot of food and a lot of celebrations, for any occasion. An overabundance of both. So were there no peasants? No misbegotten farmworking children?
He doesn't know if it is better than the Continent or not, especially considering its fate. It's certainly different.
The bard does sample one of the -- birocks? -- and is pleased to find it reminds him well enough of pierogi with a doughier texture. They're lovely, actually, and he takes a second one as he parks up next to Geralt's other side at the game.
Of course, Geralt wins one effortlessly.] I doubt I will be near as skillful at any of these compared to a Witcher, but I can certainly try.
[Jaskier's choice is something that he thinks is a bit like darts, but has some sort of... cannon? in front of it. When he pulls a button on the underside of the cannon, water shoots out the end instead of pellets. Ah! He's done something similar before! But, ah, not with water, and not with a cannon --
At any rate, he figures it out over several games that a certain angle is needed, and it is consistent. He finds the right angle and sprays water through a hole in a round board, and though it wets the board as well, he apparently wins --
Something small? The choice looks between some sort of mutated fish and what he is rather sure is a peach. With eyes.] Ah. Whatever the lady chooses, it shall be hers!
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He doesn't know if it is better than the Continent or not, especially considering its fate. It's certainly different.
The bard does sample one of the -- birocks? -- and is pleased to find it reminds him well enough of pierogi with a doughier texture. They're lovely, actually, and he takes a second one as he parks up next to Geralt's other side at the game.
Of course, Geralt wins one effortlessly.] I doubt I will be near as skillful at any of these compared to a Witcher, but I can certainly try.
[Jaskier's choice is something that he thinks is a bit like darts, but has some sort of... cannon? in front of it. When he pulls a button on the underside of the cannon, water shoots out the end instead of pellets. Ah! He's done something similar before! But, ah, not with water, and not with a cannon --
At any rate, he figures it out over several games that a certain angle is needed, and it is consistent. He finds the right angle and sprays water through a hole in a round board, and though it wets the board as well, he apparently wins --
Something small? The choice looks between some sort of mutated fish and what he is rather sure is a peach. With eyes.] Ah. Whatever the lady chooses, it shall be hers!