The sudden wooden spoon smack startles Jaskier, making him jump with a mumbled oh fuck. The only reason why he hasn't tried to steal a roll himself is that he's been too busy telling Cirilla the story she asked for, so obviously talking has priority over eating, because this is Jaskier. Now he's grateful he didn't even get to try - learned this lesson without getting hurt, thank the gods for small mercies.
The shock goes away quickly, though, because here's Geralt returning to his side and putting a hand on his waist. Jaskier's scent instantly changes from startled to amorous, sweet with adoration for the witcher together with that little spicy touch of lust that happens every time Geralt touches him so kindly. Or touches him in general. Or when he's nearby. Or when he simply exists in the general area...
It also means he can't stop himself and leans in to kiss the witcher's cheek. So Cirilla takes over the answer in between bread bites.
"I asked him to tell me the whole story of my mother's betrothal."
"Emphasis on whole," Jaskier interjects with a teasing tone as he takes his seat at the table next to Geralt. "Because certain someone continues to be stingy with the details."
"Wait, this about how Geralt asked for the Law of Surprise?" Lambert asks. Jaskier and Cirilla nod. "Oh fuck yes, I've been wanting to know about this one too. Go on, bard."
Lambert makes an urging gesture with his hand that makes Jaskier snicker. It's not different from what happened at the springs, he realizes - these are all the important tales of Geralt's life. Monster hunts are interesting and all, but Cintra and Posada? Those are a unique situation that makes witchers extra curious.
They're also proof that the witcher can have more than the Path. Jaskier wonders if they realize that or they think they only want to hear these stories to make fun of Geralt.
And so the story gets told throughout dinner. Cirilla is curious about many things and Jaskier does his best to answer as many questions as possible, even if there are some details about the hidden politics behind the visitors he doesn't know about. It is obvious she appreciates his efforts, though, because sometimes she takes over to explain some things about Cintra, giving Jaskier a break to actually eat.
(She's getting better, he'd like to think. Her eyes still look kinda sad, but she talks proudly of her home, without hesitation or stumbling over her words. He'll have to ask Geralt later for a better comparison.)
Jaskier grins at her when the story gets to the part of the brawl and Geralt defending Dunny. "Remember what he had told me earlier about the petty squabbles of men?"
Oh, look at that, it seems the storytelling included the kikimora incident. Cirilla giggles.
"That he doesn't get involved."
"And what did he do?"
It's Eskel that replies, "He got involved."
"He got involved!" Jaskier laughs and so does everyone else around the table, including a chuckle from Vesemir. Two in one night? Jaskier is definitely counting this as a very successful day. (Does he mean orgasms or Vesemir's laughter? Yes.) By the time he makes it to Pavetta barfing on the floor and Geralt's heartfelt fuck, the whole table explodes in laughter. It is quite an ironic moment, perfectly timed - it would be wonderful as the cliffhanger of a chapter in a novel. Most importantly, Jaskier is glad Cirilla is able to enjoy it with as much merriment as the rest of them.
Said merriment is interrupted when Lambert suddenly curses and lowers his tankard on the table with more strength than necessary. "Wait a fucking second. If she was pregnant already--- that means she fucked the hedgehog?" Eskel slaps him on the back of his head. "What, don't tell me you aren't thinking it too!"
Cirilla can only hide her face on her hands and mumble "Gross."
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The shock goes away quickly, though, because here's Geralt returning to his side and putting a hand on his waist. Jaskier's scent instantly changes from startled to amorous, sweet with adoration for the witcher together with that little spicy touch of lust that happens every time Geralt touches him so kindly. Or touches him in general. Or when he's nearby. Or when he simply exists in the general area...
It also means he can't stop himself and leans in to kiss the witcher's cheek. So Cirilla takes over the answer in between bread bites.
"I asked him to tell me the whole story of my mother's betrothal."
"Emphasis on whole," Jaskier interjects with a teasing tone as he takes his seat at the table next to Geralt. "Because certain someone continues to be stingy with the details."
"Wait, this about how Geralt asked for the Law of Surprise?" Lambert asks. Jaskier and Cirilla nod. "Oh fuck yes, I've been wanting to know about this one too. Go on, bard."
Lambert makes an urging gesture with his hand that makes Jaskier snicker. It's not different from what happened at the springs, he realizes - these are all the important tales of Geralt's life. Monster hunts are interesting and all, but Cintra and Posada? Those are a unique situation that makes witchers extra curious.
They're also proof that the witcher can have more than the Path. Jaskier wonders if they realize that or they think they only want to hear these stories to make fun of Geralt.
And so the story gets told throughout dinner. Cirilla is curious about many things and Jaskier does his best to answer as many questions as possible, even if there are some details about the hidden politics behind the visitors he doesn't know about. It is obvious she appreciates his efforts, though, because sometimes she takes over to explain some things about Cintra, giving Jaskier a break to actually eat.
(She's getting better, he'd like to think. Her eyes still look kinda sad, but she talks proudly of her home, without hesitation or stumbling over her words. He'll have to ask Geralt later for a better comparison.)
Jaskier grins at her when the story gets to the part of the brawl and Geralt defending Dunny. "Remember what he had told me earlier about the petty squabbles of men?"
Oh, look at that, it seems the storytelling included the kikimora incident. Cirilla giggles.
"That he doesn't get involved."
"And what did he do?"
It's Eskel that replies, "He got involved."
"He got involved!" Jaskier laughs and so does everyone else around the table, including a chuckle from Vesemir. Two in one night? Jaskier is definitely counting this as a very successful day. (Does he mean orgasms or Vesemir's laughter? Yes.) By the time he makes it to Pavetta barfing on the floor and Geralt's heartfelt fuck, the whole table explodes in laughter. It is quite an ironic moment, perfectly timed - it would be wonderful as the cliffhanger of a chapter in a novel. Most importantly, Jaskier is glad Cirilla is able to enjoy it with as much merriment as the rest of them.
Said merriment is interrupted when Lambert suddenly curses and lowers his tankard on the table with more strength than necessary. "Wait a fucking second. If she was pregnant already--- that means she fucked the hedgehog?" Eskel slaps him on the back of his head. "What, don't tell me you aren't thinking it too!"
Cirilla can only hide her face on her hands and mumble "Gross."