"Not amused!" Huff, huff. "Not amused he says! How observant of you, Geralt of Rivia!"
The wine is good, though, that much he does agree with. And the idea of getting back at nobles, well. The finger is lowered, which should tell Geralt the concept is good as well. It's the perfect amount of revenge and petty, just like when Jaskier enjoys singing tavern songs usually enjoyed by the lower class in taverns at fancy banquets, the same enjoyment he used to get from proving people wrong about Geralt and watching them toss a coin as the song tells them too.
The same kind of enjoyment he gets when he imagines rubbing his success on his family's faces, a thing he hasn't done yet only because that would require going back to Lettenhove, and he isn't stepping in that hellhole ever again. He made a promise to himself.
So yes, Jaskier approves of the idea, so he deflates... at least a little bit. It's not over yet.
"The man they despise has other names he could've chosen." He comments as he goes back to poking his stew with his spoon. "Like, oh I don't know, White Wolf. Or Gwynbleidd! Then they would be drinking their hate for you and their hate towards elves! How about 'Witcher Elixir'? You had so many options to choose from over destroying decades of you best friend's work!"
Should he be using 'best friends', he wonders, considering they're more here. Geralt didn't use a particular word to define them, Jaskier realizes, other than friend, so better keep it like that for now. Not gonna ruin a witcher/bard relationship like the one that got destroyed at home.
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The wine is good, though, that much he does agree with. And the idea of getting back at nobles, well. The finger is lowered, which should tell Geralt the concept is good as well. It's the perfect amount of revenge and petty, just like when Jaskier enjoys singing tavern songs usually enjoyed by the lower class in taverns at fancy banquets, the same enjoyment he used to get from proving people wrong about Geralt and watching them toss a coin as the song tells them too.
The same kind of enjoyment he gets when he imagines rubbing his success on his family's faces, a thing he hasn't done yet only because that would require going back to Lettenhove, and he isn't stepping in that hellhole ever again. He made a promise to himself.
So yes, Jaskier approves of the idea, so he deflates... at least a little bit. It's not over yet.
"The man they despise has other names he could've chosen." He comments as he goes back to poking his stew with his spoon. "Like, oh I don't know, White Wolf. Or Gwynbleidd! Then they would be drinking their hate for you and their hate towards elves! How about 'Witcher Elixir'? You had so many options to choose from over destroying decades of you best friend's work!"
Should he be using 'best friends', he wonders, considering they're more here. Geralt didn't use a particular word to define them, Jaskier realizes, other than friend, so better keep it like that for now. Not gonna ruin a witcher/bard relationship like the one that got destroyed at home.