[He gives a snort, as if Jayce is underselling himself. (He definitely is. Jaskier is sure he had watched him for at least a quarter of an hour as he'd waited in line, which is far more time than Jaskier himself would ever have spent.)]
Ah. Thank you.
[He gives Jayce a little wink, and honestly, it's a good distraction. A bit of flattery, a bit of a fluster from a handsome man. Clearly he's already weak in the knees for Jaskier. Who could blame him? He wouldn't be surprised if Jayce knew his name well already, considering his work performing. Or did Jayce not attend his concert?
Hmm.]
You make canes? [That's. Oddly specific. Or -- ah. A blacksmith. He makes swords, too, apparently.] Anything long and hefty in the hand, eh? [He smiles again, but this time when he looks away, it drops far faster than before. Blacksmith. Like Hector had been. Has this Jayce taken over his forge? Jaskier wouldn't know. He avoids it now.] Oh. Wait. Ciri lost her sword? [He looks back.] Well, fuck me. The one Geralt gave to her! Things must have been, ah, rather rowdy. Did she tell you what happened?
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Ah. Thank you.
[He gives Jayce a little wink, and honestly, it's a good distraction. A bit of flattery, a bit of a fluster from a handsome man. Clearly he's already weak in the knees for Jaskier. Who could blame him? He wouldn't be surprised if Jayce knew his name well already, considering his work performing. Or did Jayce not attend his concert?
Hmm.]
You make canes? [That's. Oddly specific. Or -- ah. A blacksmith. He makes swords, too, apparently.] Anything long and hefty in the hand, eh? [He smiles again, but this time when he looks away, it drops far faster than before. Blacksmith. Like Hector had been. Has this Jayce taken over his forge? Jaskier wouldn't know. He avoids it now.] Oh. Wait. Ciri lost her sword? [He looks back.] Well, fuck me. The one Geralt gave to her! Things must have been, ah, rather rowdy. Did she tell you what happened?