[He scoffs at her apologies; not to be rude, only that they're so ridiculous. He cannot imagine a time when they did not simply drop in to each other's lives. A bit more on a schedule, in the future, but still... he never second-guessed any decision he'd made then, either.

It'd been a lovely way to exist.

Jaskier kisses the top of her head, reluctantly letting her go even if he'd like to stand here and hold her for a few hours. His hand lingers on her arm.]

I'm adjusting. Thus the frenzy. [He has the mind to look a bit embarrassed by all of it.] I'm sorry it's a mess. I've been a mess. It's why I haven't... you know. Been around. [He leads her further in, knowing the kitchen's in an absolute state. At least he's cleaned up all the flour off the floor and tables, but the counters are still overcrowded with pots and pans and ingredients, as well as pasta dough still resting.] I know we're all getting through it, but I have this... this desire in me now, for all the things I had before. And I didn't even bring anything back, but memories and -- well, an extensive knowledge of botany, if you ever want to know the ideal planting season for any garden vegetable.