Oh, look, what is that? Ah yes, the echoes of yet another grunt. Jaskier can't help sighing - never has connecting with someone been so hard. He can already picture it: he's gonna tell his sister about his day later, and she's gonna reply for the hundredth time why do you keep on bothering?.

What can he say? He likes a challenge. There's also the fact that, while being incredibly frustrating, Geralt is also... well, honest. Jaskier knows that what he sees it's what he gets, there's no trying to navigate second meanings behind words and actions. It's refreshing, really.

Like right now - Geralt should be mad at him. And yet...

"But you'd do it anyway. My hero!"

He playfully nudges Geralt before going back to picking up berries from the ground. There's a lot of them, and they still have some bushes to go - what the hell is he going to do with so many berries? He isn't sure, but he isn't going to say no to such a gift from Geralt, even if technically he doesn't see it as such.

"Speaking of invitations and being excited..." His voice picks up enthusiasm again - and pride as well. "I've finally gotten my first gig in the city. Next Saturday! It's at night, a place for adults, so at least half of my fans can't come." He sounds amused by that, but it's also his way of subtly letting Geralt know that isn't about Cirilla. "I'd love it if you could come."

And he means it. Hopefully Geralt can see that was well.