Well, that nightmare's over now, and hopefully it never has a repeat. Geralt doesn't need the headache of his ex-not wife becoming... whatever that was with his client-acquaintance. The man that he takes on trail rides and picks berries with and lets use his shower. Look, he doesn't know what this relationship is, and he's honestly not even the person who should be asked. What he knows right now is that he doesn't want him to interact with Yennefer any more than is absolutely necessary, for the sake of his own blood pressure. The things Yen knows about him alone--
Geralt catches the towel one-handed when it's tossed back to him, then tosses it downstairs towards the laundry room. He'd take care of it later, add it in with another load that he'll have to do once he has enough dirty towels and sheets and such. He turns back in time to see Jaskier wink at him about his choice in... baby mama, and he knows that his face does something. There's a whole face journey that happens in response to that wink, too quickly for him to tamp down on it.
"I'm not setting you up with Yen," he says, and he deeply hates the fact that this is the second time that he's had to say this. "She would eat you alive."
And now Jaskier at least has some idea about why Geralt tells him this. Yen's a terrifying woman who somehow lives off of wine and three square meals of unsuspecting men a day. Geralt is perhaps the exception, but of the kind that proves the rule.
Instead of continuing on this deeply uncomfortable line of conversation, Geralt retrieves some of the baskets of berries and starts separating them into containers so that Jaskier could take some of his hard-earned bounty home. A good assortment of each kind, since Geralt had no idea which ones he'd prefer and had the rising need to get him out of his house before he started asking more questions about his ex-baby mama.
"Take some of these," he says, indicating the large containers that he'd filled up with berries. "You should call for your ride, it's a good hike back to town."
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Geralt catches the towel one-handed when it's tossed back to him, then tosses it downstairs towards the laundry room. He'd take care of it later, add it in with another load that he'll have to do once he has enough dirty towels and sheets and such. He turns back in time to see Jaskier wink at him about his choice in... baby mama, and he knows that his face does something. There's a whole face journey that happens in response to that wink, too quickly for him to tamp down on it.
"I'm not setting you up with Yen," he says, and he deeply hates the fact that this is the second time that he's had to say this. "She would eat you alive."
And now Jaskier at least has some idea about why Geralt tells him this. Yen's a terrifying woman who somehow lives off of wine and three square meals of unsuspecting men a day. Geralt is perhaps the exception, but of the kind that proves the rule.
Instead of continuing on this deeply uncomfortable line of conversation, Geralt retrieves some of the baskets of berries and starts separating them into containers so that Jaskier could take some of his hard-earned bounty home. A good assortment of each kind, since Geralt had no idea which ones he'd prefer and had the rising need to get him out of his house before he started asking more questions about his ex-baby mama.
"Take some of these," he says, indicating the large containers that he'd filled up with berries. "You should call for your ride, it's a good hike back to town."