[Others may be not so eager to throw the word out, but Jaskier is. It's warm enough one can feel it all the way down their throat, hitting their belly. It's not invasive, however. It's simply... comforting. The taste nearly as sweet as a sweet roll, but an entirely different flavor. It was incredibly hard to describe.
So he drinks more instead.
He brightens ever further.] And a honey cake! Gods, Ciri, I might mistake today for my nameday, the way you're spoiling me. Am I really worthy of all this?
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[Others may be not so eager to throw the word out, but Jaskier is. It's warm enough one can feel it all the way down their throat, hitting their belly. It's not invasive, however. It's simply... comforting. The taste nearly as sweet as a sweet roll, but an entirely different flavor. It was incredibly hard to describe.
So he drinks more instead.
He brightens ever further.] And a honey cake! Gods, Ciri, I might mistake today for my nameday, the way you're spoiling me. Am I really worthy of all this?
[Rhetorical question. Obviously.]