Ah, it's not so much for that reason. I would simply prefer fire to not make its presence known in my shop. Or near me. We have a history. A very unfortunate history.
[He doesn't know if anyone truly notices the scars on his fingertips anymore, but there are plenty nights where Jaskier rubs them together, reminded of what was done to him.
Time only heals most things.]
I do support the cloud shapes, however.
[He'll have to ask to see those.]
I'm not saying anything about you. I simply know people. And, look, if we're being honest, I'm very sensitive about this whole thing. I may be a bard, but I am not an entrepreneur. Yet. Or -- I suppose I am, now, I mean. I have no previous experience. This could all go very badly, who knows?
I will say, that's a very low blow. A completely unnecessary one.
[ For a moment, there's no response. Julie doesn't know exactly what happened to Jaskier, but she knows his reaction to loud noises, to flames. It's not unlike her own reaction to lightning. ]
There won't be any fire, Jaskier. I promise.
[ And though not much tone can be conveyed in this medium, her words do hang there for a beat. Sincere. ]
I know. I'm offering you help. So you can spend less time doing the boring chore work and more time actually working with the plants, doing the books. Whatever. Delegation is a part of business.
[The same as for him. One single word from Jaskier can say more than many, he surmises, since he never runs out of them.]
Spoken like a true entrepreneur. [He's rather sure she's not, actually, but clearly there is an experience he does not hold himself.] As you expected, you've lifted more than your weight's worth to convince me. And I recognize you are doing your due duty in the aiding of those... younger and less fortunate than ourselves. [Or those without Jaskier's coin, who might as well be brought in for it.] I shall message her and we'll set a date.
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[He doesn't know if anyone truly notices the scars on his fingertips anymore, but there are plenty nights where Jaskier rubs them together, reminded of what was done to him.
Time only heals most things.]
I do support the cloud shapes, however.
[He'll have to ask to see those.]
I'm not saying anything about you. I simply know people. And, look, if we're being honest, I'm very sensitive about this whole thing. I may be a bard, but I am not an entrepreneur. Yet. Or -- I suppose I am, now, I mean. I have no previous experience. This could all go very badly, who knows?
I will say, that's a very low blow. A completely unnecessary one.
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There won't be any fire, Jaskier. I promise.
[ And though not much tone can be conveyed in this medium, her words do hang there for a beat. Sincere. ]
I know. I'm offering you help. So you can spend less time doing the boring chore work and more time actually working with the plants, doing the books. Whatever. Delegation is a part of business.
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[The same as for him. One single word from Jaskier can say more than many, he surmises, since he never runs out of them.]
Spoken like a true entrepreneur. [He's rather sure she's not, actually, but clearly there is an experience he does not hold himself.] As you expected, you've lifted more than your weight's worth to convince me. And I recognize you are doing your due duty in the aiding of those... younger and less fortunate than ourselves. [Or those without Jaskier's coin, who might as well be brought in for it.] I shall message her and we'll set a date.