[If the flavor dust is anything like the bubbling, acidic poison, he may not have been able to handle it, anyway.
Jaskier only pouts a little.]
Look, one incident does not mean I am incapable of consuming... er. Whatever that all was. [She definitely attempted to explain it, but it's sort of left his mind in the wake of the traumatic explosion. He still sort of tastes it, too, like a film on the inside of his mouth. Not unlike Ciri's hot chocolate, but far less pleasant.
He takes her cookie.] You know, I've had a biscuit before. [He sniffs it, nose wrinkling. Not in distaste yet. He's already breaking a piece off and popping into his mouth. Apparently he's not learned anything.] Do your people simply put chocolate in everything?
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Jaskier only pouts a little.]
Look, one incident does not mean I am incapable of consuming... er. Whatever that all was. [She definitely attempted to explain it, but it's sort of left his mind in the wake of the traumatic explosion. He still sort of tastes it, too, like a film on the inside of his mouth. Not unlike Ciri's hot chocolate, but far less pleasant.
He takes her cookie.] You know, I've had a biscuit before. [He sniffs it, nose wrinkling. Not in distaste yet. He's already breaking a piece off and popping into his mouth. Apparently he's not learned anything.] Do your people simply put chocolate in everything?