[Jaskier, ever aware of his animal magnetism, doesn't miss that look. He gives him a grin between reaching for his half of bread, and a bit of cheese. Of course the food is much more varied here, and while Jaskier does enjoy it, there's nothing to him like the food they had on the road. It's nostalgic. And honestly, nothing beats fresh bread.

The bread lately has been staying quite fresh, too. He found a fallen roll on the floor and it was still soft somehow.

Jaskier gasps, banging the end of his knife on the table.] Geralt! Damn you, why didn't you say so? Fuck, that would've been fun. [He sighs, giving him a half-hearted hit on the shoulder.] Though, honestly, my arm feels loads better.

[The soreness was practically gone, the full feeling returned to his fingers. He'd need to make a habit of it, he expects, after performances, along with use of the salves Ciri has pushed upon him.] Ah, well. Next time.

[He gives Geralt a wink, popping the bread in his mouth. Ah. As soft as if it came out of the oven.]