Geralt has to pour himself more wine just to talk about the disaster that was the dragon hunt. It was a mess for everyone involved-- including himself, and Yen, and Jaskier. But if talking about the damned dragon hunt will somehow shed some light on this situation, on why Jaskier's Geralt is cold and distant to him, than he'll manage to muddle through.

"Of course it was a disaster," he says. "Yennefer wanted me to kill a dragon in the pursuit of a cure that wouldn't help her. Eyck tried to challenge Borch to a duel. Niedamir only wanted the dragon dead to win the hand of a princess. I told a golden dragon that golden dragons don't exist."

He grimaces at the memory of it even now. Geralt had always prized his extensive knowledge of monsters and beasts, and to be so wrong about this, and so wrong right in front of an actual living member of that species... it's mortifying even years after the fact. Worse because of the night with the tub and Borch and his two lovely bodyguards...

Oh.

That's an interesting question, too.

"Did, uh. The Geralt from your world, did he happen to spend an evening with Borch and his companions?"