[Jaskier's voice drifts from his bedroom; even with Ciri's near appearance in their home, he so rarely closes it to the point where he forgets modesty.] Hah! You'd be the first in this house for that. Hold on a moment. [Besides, he's more worried for hers, not his own. He's busy lining up the buttons on his bright red waistcoat, matching an expertly tailored frock coat that, unfortunately, it's a bit too warm to wear. His undershirt is a pleasant cream, which he's thrilled a bit to see matches Ciri's.
Only because it's very relieving to have someone around who understands fashion.]
What is with all of you and a fear of surprises? Surely you understand what it means. [He turns with a smile once his waistcoat has been properly smoothed down, a bright silver chain around his neck with a bejeweled ring hanging from it. Unfortunate he can't wear it, but there's no reason not to show it off.]
It's a nice place. Not those dim sorts of taverns Geralt would take you to. [He pops a few proper rings on his fingers, and squats down next to his bed to peek at Burza, who hides underneath. Her eyes glow out at him, but she seems all right.] Not that I don't enjoy those, too.
[He stands, ready. It's the first time in a while he's found the energy to dress himself up, too. A good reason to show off one of the last pieces he received from his talented Faun tailor.] I don't want to know what sort of horrible preconceptions you have of me, thank you. [He huffs, but it's good-natured. Mostly. The sword at her side does give him pause, if only --
Well, Geralt trusts her. And he finds he does, too.] I used to work there, so don't embarrass me. [He pats her shoulder.] You look wonderful. And also like you could kill me. It's rather effective overall. Now, you like tea, don't you?
Re: action, early april.
Only because it's very relieving to have someone around who understands fashion.]
What is with all of you and a fear of surprises? Surely you understand what it means. [He turns with a smile once his waistcoat has been properly smoothed down, a bright silver chain around his neck with a bejeweled ring hanging from it. Unfortunate he can't wear it, but there's no reason not to show it off.]
It's a nice place. Not those dim sorts of taverns Geralt would take you to. [He pops a few proper rings on his fingers, and squats down next to his bed to peek at Burza, who hides underneath. Her eyes glow out at him, but she seems all right.] Not that I don't enjoy those, too.
[He stands, ready. It's the first time in a while he's found the energy to dress himself up, too. A good reason to show off one of the last pieces he received from his talented Faun tailor.] I don't want to know what sort of horrible preconceptions you have of me, thank you. [He huffs, but it's good-natured. Mostly. The sword at her side does give him pause, if only --
Well, Geralt trusts her. And he finds he does, too.] I used to work there, so don't embarrass me. [He pats her shoulder.] You look wonderful. And also like you could kill me. It's rather effective overall. Now, you like tea, don't you?