"No, you won't!" he replies kinda teasing, but part of him does react to the lure because Geralt is absolutely right in his logic, knowing the bard as well as he does. Jaskier is hungry after their recent activities, especially considering he hasn't eaten well since he arrived because of everything that has happened.
Besides... even if Geralt doesn't give his food to Lambert, Jaskier does believe the prick may take it anyway.
It's amazing how easily they fall back into old routines. Technically they made up not so long ago after more than a year of betrayal, yet his rescue from Nilfgaard feels like it happened ages ago. Jaskier doesn't even blink at the breakfast waiting for him, doesn't even realize how important it is for Geralt to be doing this even in front of his family... it's simply how things are for them. Jaskier sits next to Geralt, letting their thighs and arms brush as he digs in. The kasha is made exactly as he likes it, and he eagerly enjoys it, which means the mess hall can have blessed silence... for a moment anyway.
"Soooo~" He singsongs as he exchanges his spoon for knife and fork to start slicing up the bread and the sausages, because not even in Kaer Morhen he'll stop trying to prevent Geralt from eating sausages like a dog (or, well, a wolf). Besides, it's part of the routine too. Teamwork! "What are the plans for today?"
He looks around the table, at Ciri and every witcher, but it's mostly an excuse to glance at Vesemir before his eyes fall again on the knife and the butter. He may be a brat but he's a brat that cares, one that wants to connect with this family, and so he isn't going to start a hostile confrontation unless they provoke him.
(What constitutes as "provocation" to Jaskier may not align with Geralt's meaning of the word.)
"I know what you're thinking," he comments before anyone has time to reply. "The bard is not made for physical labor. I do admit I may not be the right person to help you with repairs, but that doesn't mean I'm useless. I'm good with the horses, and I know the basics of the kitchen. I'm also a master of the seven liberal arts, which include rather gorgeous penmanship, if I say so myself. I couldn't help noticing the, ah- current state of your labels." And by that, he means 'the witchers have horrible handwriting, how can you even keep potions, ingredients and food organized like that'. But his tone is light as simple, because he has years of indirectly insulting nobles under his belt. Spinning of words, as always. "There are certain books in the library that could do with rebinding and/or duplicating, two tasks I'm more than capable of doing."
"Can you update them as well?" The whole table turns to Cirilla, surprised by her sudden intervention - Jaskier included.
"My lady?"
"The few history and geography books in the library are out of date." Big words for a newcomer, words that raise eyebrows around the table and make Vesemir frown. But she stays brave and doesn't let any of the witchers intimidate her - her green eyes stay on Jaskier. She even leans in a little bit over one of Geralt's arms. "There are two missing principalities in Temeria and one in the south of Brugge on the maps."
You can take the princess out of her kingdom, but you can't take the kingdom out of the princess. Her education (plus Calanthe's blood) is shining through, and Jaskier immediately lights up, delighted to have found someone that speaks his language. Oh, thank the gods he can be here for her and carry on wherever her tutors left off, it'd be a sin for her to forget such valuable lessons. She can be a witcher with good use of the sword and the ability to communicate, something everyone else in this keep is terribly lacking.
"Don't tell me they've left out the Baron de Mazur!" That's the newest one in Brugge, if he remembers correctly. Amused as hell, he leans over Geralt as well, almost as if gossipping with the girl on the other side of his lover. "Can you imagine what his two chins have to say about it?"
They both laugh at what appears to be a hilarious reference... to those that know the Baron de Mazur, that is.
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Besides... even if Geralt doesn't give his food to Lambert, Jaskier does believe the prick may take it anyway.
It's amazing how easily they fall back into old routines. Technically they made up not so long ago after more than a year of betrayal, yet his rescue from Nilfgaard feels like it happened ages ago. Jaskier doesn't even blink at the breakfast waiting for him, doesn't even realize how important it is for Geralt to be doing this even in front of his family... it's simply how things are for them. Jaskier sits next to Geralt, letting their thighs and arms brush as he digs in. The kasha is made exactly as he likes it, and he eagerly enjoys it, which means the mess hall can have blessed silence... for a moment anyway.
"Soooo~" He singsongs as he exchanges his spoon for knife and fork to start slicing up the bread and the sausages, because not even in Kaer Morhen he'll stop trying to prevent Geralt from eating sausages like a dog (or, well, a wolf). Besides, it's part of the routine too. Teamwork! "What are the plans for today?"
He looks around the table, at Ciri and every witcher, but it's mostly an excuse to glance at Vesemir before his eyes fall again on the knife and the butter. He may be a brat but he's a brat that cares, one that wants to connect with this family, and so he isn't going to start a hostile confrontation unless they provoke him.
(What constitutes as "provocation" to Jaskier may not align with Geralt's meaning of the word.)
"I know what you're thinking," he comments before anyone has time to reply. "The bard is not made for physical labor. I do admit I may not be the right person to help you with repairs, but that doesn't mean I'm useless. I'm good with the horses, and I know the basics of the kitchen. I'm also a master of the seven liberal arts, which include rather gorgeous penmanship, if I say so myself. I couldn't help noticing the, ah- current state of your labels." And by that, he means 'the witchers have horrible handwriting, how can you even keep potions, ingredients and food organized like that'. But his tone is light as simple, because he has years of indirectly insulting nobles under his belt. Spinning of words, as always. "There are certain books in the library that could do with rebinding and/or duplicating, two tasks I'm more than capable of doing."
"Can you update them as well?" The whole table turns to Cirilla, surprised by her sudden intervention - Jaskier included.
"My lady?"
"The few history and geography books in the library are out of date." Big words for a newcomer, words that raise eyebrows around the table and make Vesemir frown. But she stays brave and doesn't let any of the witchers intimidate her - her green eyes stay on Jaskier. She even leans in a little bit over one of Geralt's arms. "There are two missing principalities in Temeria and one in the south of Brugge on the maps."
You can take the princess out of her kingdom, but you can't take the kingdom out of the princess. Her education (plus Calanthe's blood) is shining through, and Jaskier immediately lights up, delighted to have found someone that speaks his language. Oh, thank the gods he can be here for her and carry on wherever her tutors left off, it'd be a sin for her to forget such valuable lessons. She can be a witcher with good use of the sword and the ability to communicate, something everyone else in this keep is terribly lacking.
"Don't tell me they've left out the Baron de Mazur!" That's the newest one in Brugge, if he remembers correctly. Amused as hell, he leans over Geralt as well, almost as if gossipping with the girl on the other side of his lover. "Can you imagine what his two chins have to say about it?"
They both laugh at what appears to be a hilarious reference... to those that know the Baron de Mazur, that is.