[Even with their small amount of time together, despite how (most) of their first meeting had gone, Jaskier finds he gets along with Ciri rather naturally. Whether because, biting wit or not, she had far more care than she would have expected from anyone raised by a brutish Witcher, or because he appreciates the teasing just as much as he enjoys giving it back. It's easy to be around her, at least for Jaskier.
Most of the time. Though those times are through no fault of her own. He trusts her, but he still isn't --
He isn't all the Jaskier he used to be.]
You're lucky you're so good at flattery. You clearly learned it from me. [He grins, catching her flushing, and he offers his arm as a proper gentleman would. Though he only hopes Alice doesn't see and get the wrong idea -- that unfortunate sort of incident has happened before.
Of course, he has no idea if he was involved with Ciri's upbringing at all. It's fun to think about, though. He does wander, but there also feels like there should be some warning of... of asking too much of the future.
Considering what happened with Nilfgaard and all.]
You'll like this even more, then. Liquor is involved. [They step out into a warm, but quickly cooling day as it approaches sunset. The Tearoom is busy at all sorts of hours, but he's always found the "tropical" (or at least that's how they described it) atmosphere to be more appreciated at night. The low lights, the heavy air, and humidity from the tea -- it's all perfect.]
I'm sure you're quite old enough for it. Hah, I jest. [He points down a lane for them to walk down.] Can you imagine? I met a boy who said they made it a law that one had to be some arbitrary number to drink. As if they had the time to worry about that sort of thing. But he also fought heartless monsters and traveled between worlds, so who knows?
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Most of the time. Though those times are through no fault of her own. He trusts her, but he still isn't --
He isn't all the Jaskier he used to be.]
You're lucky you're so good at flattery. You clearly learned it from me. [He grins, catching her flushing, and he offers his arm as a proper gentleman would. Though he only hopes Alice doesn't see and get the wrong idea -- that unfortunate sort of incident has happened before.
Of course, he has no idea if he was involved with Ciri's upbringing at all. It's fun to think about, though. He does wander, but there also feels like there should be some warning of... of asking too much of the future.
Considering what happened with Nilfgaard and all.]
You'll like this even more, then. Liquor is involved. [They step out into a warm, but quickly cooling day as it approaches sunset. The Tearoom is busy at all sorts of hours, but he's always found the "tropical" (or at least that's how they described it) atmosphere to be more appreciated at night. The low lights, the heavy air, and humidity from the tea -- it's all perfect.]
I'm sure you're quite old enough for it. Hah, I jest. [He points down a lane for them to walk down.] Can you imagine? I met a boy who said they made it a law that one had to be some arbitrary number to drink. As if they had the time to worry about that sort of thing. But he also fought heartless monsters and traveled between worlds, so who knows?