"Oi, oi, slow down!" There's horror in Jaskier's voice in reaction to Geralt fucking slugging. "This isn't your cheap American beer, this is fine wine! Sip it, taste it, allow your tongue to enjoy the flavor!"
To demonstrate his point, he does exactly that: he sips from his own glass, taking his time to savor the wine and licking his lips when he's done. For once, it's not a gesture done with the intention to flirt, but considering his constant dramatic mannerisms? It may not come as innocent as he intends it to be.
He's about to dig into the sandwiches himself, but Geralt's comment gives him a pause. The man has a very dry sense of humor that doesn't show up often, Jaskier learned on the first day, and he's been getting more glimpses of it since then. It doesn't bother him, really, in fact most of the time it amuses him - like the rest of Geralt, his humor doesn't beat around the bush, it is direct and unapologetic.
This comment though... something about it bothers Jaskier, although he cannot quite pinpoint why. He can only blink at him for a moment, feeling like this isn't one of the usual jokes but unsure of how to approach it.
"...that's quite grim of you, my friend. I hope you don't truly mean it. Bunch of bullcrap if I ever heard one."
It seems Geralt's full of surprises today. The invitation, the grabbing, the picture, now a question about fucking poetry. Is he taking interest in Jaskier's hobbies? Because he isn't one to chitchat, that's for sure. The fact he can recognize is not Jaskier's writing warms his heart at least.
"It's an old Irish blessing," Mr British explains after swallowing his first bite of sandwich. "Interested in poetry, Geralt? I have plenty of recommendations. If you're secretly a bookworm and haven't told me I'll be very upset! Tell me about your shelves, what do you keep on them?"
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To demonstrate his point, he does exactly that: he sips from his own glass, taking his time to savor the wine and licking his lips when he's done. For once, it's not a gesture done with the intention to flirt, but considering his constant dramatic mannerisms? It may not come as innocent as he intends it to be.
He's about to dig into the sandwiches himself, but Geralt's comment gives him a pause. The man has a very dry sense of humor that doesn't show up often, Jaskier learned on the first day, and he's been getting more glimpses of it since then. It doesn't bother him, really, in fact most of the time it amuses him - like the rest of Geralt, his humor doesn't beat around the bush, it is direct and unapologetic.
This comment though... something about it bothers Jaskier, although he cannot quite pinpoint why. He can only blink at him for a moment, feeling like this isn't one of the usual jokes but unsure of how to approach it.
"...that's quite grim of you, my friend. I hope you don't truly mean it. Bunch of bullcrap if I ever heard one."
It seems Geralt's full of surprises today. The invitation, the grabbing, the picture, now a question about fucking poetry. Is he taking interest in Jaskier's hobbies? Because he isn't one to chitchat, that's for sure. The fact he can recognize is not Jaskier's writing warms his heart at least.
"It's an old Irish blessing," Mr British explains after swallowing his first bite of sandwich. "Interested in poetry, Geralt? I have plenty of recommendations. If you're secretly a bookworm and haven't told me I'll be very upset! Tell me about your shelves, what do you keep on them?"