( That mildly incredulous Gerald earns only a shrug from him. Look man, it's been two and a half years, sometimes he fully forgets that's not even Geralt's real name. Probably for the best that him and Jaskier have never quite clicked, or Jaskier would have a nickname by now, too. If their history is anything to go by, it wouldn't be one Jaskier liked very much.

Like, Jay, or something. Maybe like a John Lennon motif, what with the music and the hair. Robert Plant, because of the plant stuff?

Never mind, not important. Focus on the real half of the conversation. He finishes chewing and swallowing before he speaks, which is the closest thing to table manners he's capable of as a human being. )

This is awesome. I'm jealous. I'd give anything to have something useful stick around from all that. All I got was-

( The knowledge of his own death, and a missing girlfriend. He stops himself. Shakes his head. )

Nothing good.

( His eyes drop to his plate, and he spears into the next bite more slowly, something to focus his gaze and his hands on as he finally broaches the subject. )

If you're in the market for another distraction outside of five-star dining, I might have one for you. If- if you've got the room on your plate. This is not- ( He holds up a gentle hand. ) Not important, so if you're too- you know. No pressure, is what I'm trying to say. I know you're busy, and processing, and we're all- dealing.