[ Ciri, a fool like her father, hadn't even thought for a moment that Jaskier might assume they were going out. So when she finds him waiting for her in his finest (and a fancy new feathered cap?), she pauses in the doorway and sort of... blinks at him, while he helps her with the bags in true gentlemanly fashion. ]
Er, I like... your hat.
[ Had he been somewhere fancy before coming home?
The question forestalls her own. Ciri glances down at the handful of flowers she's holding, then bursts into a grin, thrusting them out at Jaskier. ]
An apprentice inventor at the market. She made them herself. Said they'd glow all week.
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like her father, hadn't even thought for a moment that Jaskier might assume they were going out. So when she finds him waiting for her in his finest (and a fancy new feathered cap?), she pauses in the doorway and sort of... blinks at him, while he helps her with the bags in true gentlemanly fashion. ]Er, I like... your hat.
[ Had he been somewhere fancy before coming home?
The question forestalls her own. Ciri glances down at the handful of flowers she's holding, then bursts into a grin, thrusting them out at Jaskier. ]
An apprentice inventor at the market. She made them herself. Said they'd glow all week.