Geralt makes to outward objection to this; he just finishes up with the berries, loading them into their containers that he can put into the freezer so that they'll stay fresh for a good, long while. Yen's going to have a direct line of communication to someone who is in frequent contact with Geralt and whom she knows he's been... somewhat friendly with. Yen deeply enjoys his discomfort. Yen probably knows that Jaskier would immediately inform him that she's following him on social media. She's probably pouring herself a glass of wine right now and relishing the thought of him being in this situation.
"She's very good at what she does," he says, if only because defending her career is second nature to him. Yen's got drive and ambition and the burning desire to say fuck you to a bunch of crusty old men who think they can stomp all over people. That's one of the reasons why she's always been too good for him, why it's for the best that she left him behind and never looked back.
There are a few moments of silence while Jaskier orders up his ride and Geralt puts things away in his kitchen. Then-- a very soft request, one that sounds terribly earnest. He wants a book from Geralt's collection, specifically the one that was so important to him as a kid. And that's a lot to ask of him, because it's not just that he wants to read the book, he wants to read Geralt's copy of the book. The copy that he's had for years, the one that has all the commentary that he and his brothers wrote in the margins and parts highlighted that they liked. The one that has a crude little drawing of a dick that Lambert drew in the margins during one of the sex scenes, because he was a shitty thirteen year old who thought it was funny.
Geralt considers it for a moment, leaning against his countertop, not looking at Jaskier. Then he pushes himself upright and walks over to his bookshelf, taking the old, battered book down from it. It's been obviously well-loved-- the spine cracked, pages bent and discolored. It's not the prettiest paperback, but it's still holding together. He brings it over and holds it out for the musician to take.
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Geralt makes to outward objection to this; he just finishes up with the berries, loading them into their containers that he can put into the freezer so that they'll stay fresh for a good, long while. Yen's going to have a direct line of communication to someone who is in frequent contact with Geralt and whom she knows he's been... somewhat friendly with. Yen deeply enjoys his discomfort. Yen probably knows that Jaskier would immediately inform him that she's following him on social media. She's probably pouring herself a glass of wine right now and relishing the thought of him being in this situation.
"She's very good at what she does," he says, if only because defending her career is second nature to him. Yen's got drive and ambition and the burning desire to say fuck you to a bunch of crusty old men who think they can stomp all over people. That's one of the reasons why she's always been too good for him, why it's for the best that she left him behind and never looked back.
There are a few moments of silence while Jaskier orders up his ride and Geralt puts things away in his kitchen. Then-- a very soft request, one that sounds terribly earnest. He wants a book from Geralt's collection, specifically the one that was so important to him as a kid. And that's a lot to ask of him, because it's not just that he wants to read the book, he wants to read Geralt's copy of the book. The copy that he's had for years, the one that has all the commentary that he and his brothers wrote in the margins and parts highlighted that they liked. The one that has a crude little drawing of a dick that Lambert drew in the margins during one of the sex scenes, because he was a shitty thirteen year old who thought it was funny.
Geralt considers it for a moment, leaning against his countertop, not looking at Jaskier. Then he pushes himself upright and walks over to his bookshelf, taking the old, battered book down from it. It's been obviously well-loved-- the spine cracked, pages bent and discolored. It's not the prettiest paperback, but it's still holding together. He brings it over and holds it out for the musician to take.
"...Try to get it back to me in one piece."