[ Don't take the fortune too seriously, Jaskier. There are lotto numbers on the back, it's not a big deal. She honestly doesn't care if he throws it away or frames it, but she notes it all the same, with a smirk.

She wiggles a hand, gesturing "sort of". ] I can show you fireworks if you want, but I don't wanna scare you. I mean, they're way up in the sky, big bursts of color. We use 'em for celebrations, mostly. Certain holidays, important victories. Oh, Disney World does 'em all the time. They're loud, but the only reason for 'em is to be pretty and entertainin'. They do whole shows, set to music and stuff. But like I said, I don't want you to freak out.

[ There's no negativity or criticism in her voice, only genuine concern. She knows that some people can't handle loud noises or explosions, and now she knows that Jaskier is one of them.

The fact that she has had to define fireworks and not the concept of being dickmatized is incredibly funny to her, and her nose scrunches as she giggles over it. ] Every girl's been through the wringer with one of those guys, and the ones that don't are either liars or virgins. That shit'll put you in the loony bin. That's why I made up my mind years ago, never be the one who falls.