[Jaskier feels like calling that cactus a den is stretching the term a bit, but honestly, it's all semantics at this point. The wine is certainly helping ease back his desire to argue such semantics.

Jaskier considers it for a moment, but then shakes his head.]

No, not a compulsion. But it does give me a particular sense of joy -- similar, I imagine, to how a painter feels when the portrait has been finished. [Not that he hasn't made his own paintings for fun a few times, but nothing like someone who is a master of the craft.]

And that's your plan for the ship following, as well?