[As easily as the weight pulled off a bowstring. He relaxes. Which is good, so he doesn't actually snap one of his strings. Good. Not that he's guilty of anything, but it is good to have those fears allayed in the first moment.]
I do appreciate the reassurance. Then I shall meet you in the greenhouse posthaste.
[At least once he's cleaned his hands of oil. Which he does so, and fancies up perhaps with one spray too many of his fragrances, which is entirely unnecessary considering there are plenty filling the greenhouse already. It's a lovely thing that Nadine and Julie have built (that they all, of course, roped Geralt into helping with), with Jaskier only helped plant a few seeds. Plants. Sprouts.
It is a place they meet often.
It is a relaxed fit he waits in, moving around the greenhouse to spot a few brown leaves and return color to them. His puffy sleeves drag a bit over the plants, but they still perk up around his presence.
Jaskier must wonder when one is allowed to consider themselves a proper druid. Perhaps another decade?]
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I do appreciate the reassurance. Then I shall meet you in the greenhouse posthaste.
[At least once he's cleaned his hands of oil. Which he does so, and fancies up perhaps with one spray too many of his fragrances, which is entirely unnecessary considering there are plenty filling the greenhouse already. It's a lovely thing that Nadine and Julie have built (that they all, of course, roped Geralt into helping with), with Jaskier only helped plant a few seeds. Plants. Sprouts.
It is a place they meet often.
It is a relaxed fit he waits in, moving around the greenhouse to spot a few brown leaves and return color to them. His puffy sleeves drag a bit over the plants, but they still perk up around his presence.
Jaskier must wonder when one is allowed to consider themselves a proper druid. Perhaps another decade?]