Almond oil! A genius stands before me. Oh, were it that I was able to give you your very own almond tree, but I fear she shall not make it through the portal.

[Most likely it is magic interfering with magic, but he cannot say for sure. What he can say is that Thorne could use more almond trees if it makes their men smell this heavenly.]

I missed you, too. [He wishes he could claim that held true on the Continent, but Jaskier has long come to terms that these two lives are separate somehow. They he cannot even carry memories of Nadine with him -- which hurts more than anything.] He's never treated me well, but you can rest assured he's treating me the same as usual. [He picks his head up to kiss Rhy's lovely cheek back, arms around him. Simply marveling in the touch.] And what of your Kell?

[If Geralt is to be "his," after all.]