Ah! History in the making! Instead of poking fun at him -- far too easy! -- Jaskier basks in the warmth of that smile instead and, as the knight looks around, summons a few chairs for them to sit (one without a backing to make room for Estinien's wings, of course.) The scene is shockingly close to his last meeting with Himeka, though he notes the elf is far less inclined to shove every grape within reach into his face.

She really had eaten a lot of grapes. As in, nearly a whole few vines of them. Over the course of a single conversation.

Though, remembering how she ate that cheese wheel, he should not be so surprised.

The rows of trellises expand to give them plenty of room, and the horses graze closer, as if in silent command. Just in case he and his guest wish to go on a ride. "Ah, she mentioned your flock. Suits you rather well, I imagine, but... I understand the desire not to settle into domesticity."

It wasn't for him, either, and he was only a bard. He already itches for the road again, the Path. When is the last time he accompanied Geralt on a monster hunt? This place has thrown a wrench into how his life had been going for years. Years upon years, even.

"So that's what started this tiff between you and Geralt? Did you have some idea, moving against Thorne? I only guess, since, you know. I didn't miss your attempts before I left through the portals."