[ Steve has no doubt that bards had their place at one point, and it's something that Jaskier is quick to explain. To defend, even? It sounds like Steve's hardly the first person to question what he does, although he isn't doing so from a place of judgment. He's legitimately curious, and in a world like Abraxas that is so limited in its technology, it makes sense that a bard like Jaskier would flourish. ]

We've met. [ He confirms with a nod that he's aware of Geralt, though he has no idea what it means to be a "Witcher" either. And unlike bards, he's not sure there's any modern-day equivalent. A question to file away for later, maybe, but they're focused on Jaskier for now. ] See, when you have things like newspapers or the internet, news travels fast. But here in Abraxas, it sounds like you've got plenty of work to do.

[ Either way, it's clear that Jaskier is well-traveled, that he's seen and experienced a great deal, and that he's friends with someone who "hunts." Interesting.

The love poetry remark throws him off for a moment, even though he really should have been expecting it. One eyebrow lifts before he scoffs, shutting both eyes and shaking his head. ] That's not exactly at the top of my priority list, but I'll keep it in mind.

[ Maybe they could leave it that, but there's still a few more sandwiches to polish off, and Steve hasn't been able to shake one thing from his mind about what Jaskier said, despite his efforts. He picks up another sandwich, taking a sizable bite and swallowing it down before he speaks again. ] You mentioned there was war, where you come from? [ It's as gentle of a nudge as he can manage. They don't really know each other, but he can't ignore it either. ]