[ Ciri doesn't bother asking about the less savory impressions, so you're welcome for that, Jaskier. Once again, she seems to realize belatedly that there's been a miscommunication. Shit. This is what she gets for trying to surprise Jaskier... maybe explaining is better than surprises.

The way Jaskier seems to deflate a little makes her feel bad, and Ciri hurries to reassure him. ]

Oh, right. The festival! Yes, I mean-- well, I hadn't planned on it, but if you wanted to go, I would be happy to join you.

[ She really hasn't been thinking about it, honestly. Rinwell doesn't like the whole concept behind it, and Ciri can't blame her, but for Ciri it's more that she's-- distracted. A lot has happened. Is happening. And with the Cities and Thorne making moves at the Singularity, she's a bit on edge. But the celebration itself has little to do with what will be happening around the Singularity, and unlike Rinwell, Ciri doesn't feel particularly threatened by the celebration of technology, even if some people around here get snobby about it being superior to magic. She might have plenty of magic of her own (that she didn't ask for), but Ciri holds very little emotional attachment to the concept of it.

If Jaskier wants to go to the lights and inventions party, they can go. Ciri has already decided she wants to spend the evening with him, after all.

Which means, at last, an explanation is in order. She clears her throat, sheepish, and picks up the folded paper bag containing the rather pricy powder, fidgeting with it and crinkling the corners under her fingers. ]

I wanted to make something for you. Something I think you'd like.

To... thank you.