Indeed, Jaskier absolutely loathes that damn grunt, and Geralt gets exactly the reaction he's looking for: a frustrated groan, which only gets worse when he denies the word friend again. He's been expecting Geralt to be kinda dense, but not this dense. It's a whole new record. Luckily for Geralt (in Jaskier's eyes anyway), this musical otter doesn't give up easily.
"I believe we just went over the facts, Mister Loner, and the only obvious conclusion to this-" He points between them. "-is friendship."
Geralt is dismissive of this once again, and Jaskier is ready to start puffing up like a blowfish, but the meadows soon come into view and with them the berry bushes. There's a bigger variety than he expected: strawberries, blueberries, honeyberries, and even salmonberries. It's a wonderful party of colors, and of course he needs to take a picture before they get down to business.
The horses are left grazing and for once, Jaskier stays silent while Geralt teaches him the basics. It can be tempting to stay in constant motion, but it's better and more efficient to stay in one spot, taking the time to really look under leaves or at the tops and bottoms of bushes before moving on. Will save him energy, he says, as if Jaskier wasn't a constant ball of it. No need to pick an entire cluster, only choose the ripe berries from the group, they should easily fall off the stems. Avoid berries from a broken branch, and go to the top of bushes for the sweetest fruit since they're usually sun-ripened.
Pretty simple instructions, Jaskier thinks, and he's very pleased by this turn of events. Because if he doesn't have to pay tons of attention to little details, then it means he can continue to chat with Mr DILF while they work. No, Geralt, physical labor won't shut the blabbermouth up. Sorry.
"What do you have against the word friends anyway?" He asks while working on a decent pile of honeyberries and being internally grateful he decided to take his hat from his tote bag and put it on before starting. The sun is definitely warming them pretty heavily as they stand next to the bushes. "Does it ruin your Brooding Lone Wolf image or something? Because let me tell you, mate, that shipped sailed and sunk the moment you started replying to my texts."
He already used that argument, he knows, but he can't let this go. There's something weird going on and he wants to reach the bottom of it! They day they met, he classified Geralt as a mystery, and he is now realizing how accurate that had been. Who invites someone to go berry picking if they are not friends and it's not a job obligation? It doesn't make sense.
"Is your ex a touchy topic I shouldn't have gone into? If so, sorry. But you can just tell me so."
While waiting for an answer, Jaskier gives in to temptation and picks one of the strawberries in his basket to nibble on it. It's sweet and juicy, simply delicious, and he hums with lips around the fruit to show his appreciation of it.
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"I believe we just went over the facts, Mister Loner, and the only obvious conclusion to this-" He points between them. "-is friendship."
Geralt is dismissive of this once again, and Jaskier is ready to start puffing up like a blowfish, but the meadows soon come into view and with them the berry bushes. There's a bigger variety than he expected: strawberries, blueberries, honeyberries, and even salmonberries. It's a wonderful party of colors, and of course he needs to take a picture before they get down to business.
The horses are left grazing and for once, Jaskier stays silent while Geralt teaches him the basics. It can be tempting to stay in constant motion, but it's better and more efficient to stay in one spot, taking the time to really look under leaves or at the tops and bottoms of bushes before moving on. Will save him energy, he says, as if Jaskier wasn't a constant ball of it. No need to pick an entire cluster, only choose the ripe berries from the group, they should easily fall off the stems. Avoid berries from a broken branch, and go to the top of bushes for the sweetest fruit since they're usually sun-ripened.
Pretty simple instructions, Jaskier thinks, and he's very pleased by this turn of events. Because if he doesn't have to pay tons of attention to little details, then it means he can continue to chat with Mr DILF while they work. No, Geralt, physical labor won't shut the blabbermouth up. Sorry.
"What do you have against the word friends anyway?" He asks while working on a decent pile of honeyberries and being internally grateful he decided to take his hat from his tote bag and put it on before starting. The sun is definitely warming them pretty heavily as they stand next to the bushes. "Does it ruin your Brooding Lone Wolf image or something? Because let me tell you, mate, that shipped sailed and sunk the moment you started replying to my texts."
He already used that argument, he knows, but he can't let this go. There's something weird going on and he wants to reach the bottom of it! They day they met, he classified Geralt as a mystery, and he is now realizing how accurate that had been. Who invites someone to go berry picking if they are not friends and it's not a job obligation? It doesn't make sense.
"Is your ex a touchy topic I shouldn't have gone into? If so, sorry. But you can just tell me so."
While waiting for an answer, Jaskier gives in to temptation and picks one of the strawberries in his basket to nibble on it. It's sweet and juicy, simply delicious, and he hums with lips around the fruit to show his appreciation of it.