Will Old Geralt go back for her too, Jaskier has to wonder. His first instinct is to snort, but another part of him has to wonder about the longer than it should've bit. Wouldn't that apply at home too? Then again... that could also mean the witcher getting together with his bard could be possible, and that's laughable in his case.

Ugh, better think about something else.

Like food! Jaskier digs in the stew once more, which is a simple recipe but still delicious... and of course that's the moment Geralt chooses to use the b-word, making Jaskier choke on a potato. He coughs and pats his chest, his mind running through thousands of sex encounters and double checking he's never done anything stupid. (Of course, if you ask anyone, they'll tell you all of his encounters were stupid.)

"BASTARDS!" He finally manages to gasp. "I would never!" His voice is raspy, so he picks up the bottle of wine to refill his glass. "If there's someone in any world that understands how crappy it is to have an absent father it's--"

And that's when he sees it: the name of the wine. Jaskier's face goes pale, his eyes wide. Is this supposed to be a joke? Is this world so different that these words mean something else? But what kind of world thinks the word butcher is a positive thing?

"...Geralt. What the fuck is this?"