[ A delicate, refined palate that Julie could destroy with a single hot Cheeto. He doesn't even know what a peanut is! Peanuts could literally change the Continent, Jaskier. Think about that. Think about how many starving displaced elves could be saved with the protein contained in a single jar of JIF. This is the actual argument she will use if he ever disparages peanuts or peanut products within her range of hearing.

Milk, however, is a good choice. Few beverages pair better with peanut butter than milk. Julie will happily down the rest of the wine. ]

Sure, I'll teach you. I don't know how easy chocolate is to get here, though. Or peanuts. [ She sighs. Medieval world is the worst. ] Eatin' in Abraxas is like eatin' wallpaper paste. Nothin' has any flavor, it's all just bland white mush. I'd kill someone for a bottle of paprika or cayenne pepper.

[ She snorts into her wine glass, then gestures at Jaskier with a vague but bright noise. ] Oh, I was meanin' to ask. So I know you write songs and poems and stuff, but do you write anythin' longer? Like stories or books? I already went through everythin' you left in the karaoke machine, but I need other stuff to read. Everythin' I try to make is stuff I already read back home.