Fourteen? And she invented this? Perhaps the Free Cities are right about their emphasis on the sciences. [Of course Jaskier finds much to be admired about frivolous, pretty little things.
He blinks, looking up with a slight pout. He knows that tone. It's a very chiding one.] What?
[Oh. He smiles, delighted. It's not exactly frequent that Jaskier gets gifts -- certainly not from present company, or her father -- but they're all the more meaningful for their rarity. He holds them tighter, bringing them to his chest.]
How dare you? No! It isn't silly at all. I love them, Ciri. [He leans in, kissing her on the cheek, though it definitely leaves the hat on his head tilted at a stupid angle.] I should be so lucky that a pretty, glowing flower should remind you of me. [He pauses, considering.] You know, if I keep growing this mop out, I might nearly be long enough to braid them into mine.
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Fourteen? And she invented this? Perhaps the Free Cities are right about their emphasis on the sciences. [Of course Jaskier finds much to be admired about frivolous, pretty little things.
He blinks, looking up with a slight pout. He knows that tone. It's a very chiding one.] What?
[Oh. He smiles, delighted. It's not exactly frequent that Jaskier gets gifts -- certainly not from present company, or her father -- but they're all the more meaningful for their rarity. He holds them tighter, bringing them to his chest.]
How dare you? No! It isn't silly at all. I love them, Ciri. [He leans in, kissing her on the cheek, though it definitely leaves the hat on his head tilted at a stupid angle.] I should be so lucky that a pretty, glowing flower should remind you of me. [He pauses, considering.] You know, if I keep growing this mop out, I might nearly be long enough to braid them into mine.