Geralt hears Pegasus trot to catch up to him, which is a little odd-- had Jaskier just forgotten to get on the damn horse? They aren't going to walk the horses up the mountain, after all. The idea that his explanation caused such a dramatic response in the musician hasn't occurred to him, but it probably should just because Jaskier reacts dramatically to everything.
Sometimes, berry picking is just berry picking, and you shouldn't read too much into it.
(Sometimes, as a certain discredited Austrian psychologist might have said, a cigar is just a cigar. But sometimes it's a cock.)
"Friend is a strong word," he replies to Jaskier's histrionics. He's making a lot out of this, and out of their... acquaintance. Geralt had mentioned the other man during his therapy session, just in passing, and his therapist had made a whole deal about it, too. Something about how this is how people make friends, but she'd dropped the subject after Geralt had insisted that they aren't friends, he's just a customer who has his private phone number and hangs around the ranch a lot and sometimes sends him cat videos. As not-friends do.
"But, yes, we're going to pick berries. I would take Ciri, but she's at her mother's."
And he could have done it himself, but... well, he can get more with another pair of hands. Eskel might have agreed to help him, but he's been busy, and Geralt wouldn't have even bothered to ask Lambert. So, strange hipster musician it is.
It's a good day for it, and a good day for a ride, at least-- warm but not oppressively hot, with enough big, puffy cumulus clouds overhead to provide occasional relief from the sun. Jaskier will get plenty of that natural beauty or whatever it is that he comes out here for.
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Sometimes, berry picking is just berry picking, and you shouldn't read too much into it.
(Sometimes, as a certain discredited Austrian psychologist might have said, a cigar is just a cigar. But sometimes it's a cock.)
"Friend is a strong word," he replies to Jaskier's histrionics. He's making a lot out of this, and out of their... acquaintance. Geralt had mentioned the other man during his therapy session, just in passing, and his therapist had made a whole deal about it, too. Something about how this is how people make friends, but she'd dropped the subject after Geralt had insisted that they aren't friends, he's just a customer who has his private phone number and hangs around the ranch a lot and sometimes sends him cat videos. As not-friends do.
"But, yes, we're going to pick berries. I would take Ciri, but she's at her mother's."
And he could have done it himself, but... well, he can get more with another pair of hands. Eskel might have agreed to help him, but he's been busy, and Geralt wouldn't have even bothered to ask Lambert. So, strange hipster musician it is.
It's a good day for it, and a good day for a ride, at least-- warm but not oppressively hot, with enough big, puffy cumulus clouds overhead to provide occasional relief from the sun. Jaskier will get plenty of that natural beauty or whatever it is that he comes out here for.