[Nothing too extreme? Jaskier's smile widens. My, that's more than plenty of the other people. His favorite is when his fans try to downplay it a little, as if it may become overwhelming for him for their true enthusiasm to unleash.

And what a fascinating accent. He's never heard anything like that before... or maybe only once, now he thinks back -- an edge of something like that from the child he met in the black market. The nervous one. Definitely similar to Blake, but younger.]

My dear, I have as many minutes to spare as you may need. [He steps away only to place his lute back in her case, the strap going across his back. They may not go far, but he never leaves her behind. He may have separation anxieties after what happened to his last lute. (The only lute he's had since he was a teen.)] Come, I have a table reserved we can take up. Order whatever you'd like.