Black and strong, huh, Jaskier wants to say, just like you. But he keeps it for himself this time, because he isn't supposed to be flirting anymore, and mighty physique had already been pushing it. It does fit Geralt though, not only because of the parallels to his clothing and muscles, but because he's just that kind of serious guy that kind handle coffee in that pure state. He's probably never tasted a frappuccino in his life, and Jaskier can't help wondering if he could ever convince him to try one. Another challenge for the list, perhaps, which could be connected to the main challenge of trying to convince Geralt to hang out in the city together some time, grab a drink or maybe even dinner.
Friends grab dinner together all the time, he can already picture himself telling Lizzie, shut up.
Geralt makes a very obvious question then, and Jaskier finally fucking loses it. He throws his head back and laughs, praying to those gods he doesn't believe in for his phone to charge up fast, because this totally deserves to be documented. Hell, he'll bring out his fucking camera if he has to.
"I think you know, don't you~?" He suddenly gasps and puts a hand on his chest above his heart. "Don't tell me this is your first time trying weed! I shall carry the badge of introducing you to it with honors. Also, no coffee for you tonight, mister."
Weed and caffeine can have both great and awful results, so better not risk it - besides, he wants to experience Naturally High Geralt first. The coffee maker isn't turned off, Jaskier lets it finish so he can have the coffee ready in the morning, but he does take out water from the fridge and a galaxy flask from the cupboard, which he feels with the fresh water before passing it to Geralt.
"Couch, now. Get comfortable for real this time. You aren't driving anywhere like that." And the big smile on his face says he isn't regretting this turn of events at all.
Arter choosing chamomile from his collection of teas, Jaskier quickly fills his colorful mug with hot water and brings it together with the tray of cookies to the coffee table - don't worry, he leaves the rest of the brownies on a separate plate in the kitchen. Two is enough for one person, and Jaskier isn't planning to get high himself tonight, oh no. He needs to watch this with a clear mind, to enjoy every second of it.
"Now you can taste my cookies through the vision of the mighty judge that is the munchies," he comments as he sits down on the couch and grabs his mug to stir the tea and press that teabag with his spoon until he gets every single bit of flavor out of it. "Because the brownies weren't my doing. I'll be veeeeery hurt if you like Pris' cooking better than mine, Geralt."
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Friends grab dinner together all the time, he can already picture himself telling Lizzie, shut up.
Geralt makes a very obvious question then, and Jaskier finally fucking loses it. He throws his head back and laughs, praying to those gods he doesn't believe in for his phone to charge up fast, because this totally deserves to be documented. Hell, he'll bring out his fucking camera if he has to.
"I think you know, don't you~?" He suddenly gasps and puts a hand on his chest above his heart. "Don't tell me this is your first time trying weed! I shall carry the badge of introducing you to it with honors. Also, no coffee for you tonight, mister."
Weed and caffeine can have both great and awful results, so better not risk it - besides, he wants to experience Naturally High Geralt first. The coffee maker isn't turned off, Jaskier lets it finish so he can have the coffee ready in the morning, but he does take out water from the fridge and a galaxy flask from the cupboard, which he feels with the fresh water before passing it to Geralt.
"Couch, now. Get comfortable for real this time. You aren't driving anywhere like that." And the big smile on his face says he isn't regretting this turn of events at all.
Arter choosing chamomile from his collection of teas, Jaskier quickly fills his colorful mug with hot water and brings it together with the tray of cookies to the coffee table - don't worry, he leaves the rest of the brownies on a separate plate in the kitchen. Two is enough for one person, and Jaskier isn't planning to get high himself tonight, oh no. He needs to watch this with a clear mind, to enjoy every second of it.
"Now you can taste my cookies through the vision of the mighty judge that is the munchies," he comments as he sits down on the couch and grabs his mug to stir the tea and press that teabag with his spoon until he gets every single bit of flavor out of it. "Because the brownies weren't my doing. I'll be veeeeery hurt if you like Pris' cooking better than mine, Geralt."