[And as Geralt-like as it is, Jaskier ignores it cheerfully. Look, his finger barely even hurts now, and he's eager for... for what he is realizing now is another gift. Not just the flowers, but this. That she asked around for.
Filled up, he takes the mug and wraps both hands around it to warm them. He pulls a chair out with a curl of his foot around the leg, then sits close by her.
He closes his eyes, inhaling it just under his nose like a wine. It smells nothing like one, but the scent is deep, sweet. It leaves his mouth watering even as new as it is.
He tastes. Taking a soft breath after to release a bit of the heat.
His smile is gentle.] It's marvelous, Ciri. Thank you.
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Filled up, he takes the mug and wraps both hands around it to warm them. He pulls a chair out with a curl of his foot around the leg, then sits close by her.
He closes his eyes, inhaling it just under his nose like a wine. It smells nothing like one, but the scent is deep, sweet. It leaves his mouth watering even as new as it is.
He tastes. Taking a soft breath after to release a bit of the heat.
His smile is gentle.] It's marvelous, Ciri. Thank you.