The city guy-- Jaskier-- starts backpedaling immediately in the face of Geralt's Angry Father face, which is really the only sensible thing for anyone to do in that situation. He repeatedly denies anything untoward about his interactions with Ciri, digging out his very fancy looking smartphone from his absurdly tight pants-- really, is that the fashion these days?-- to show Geralt the messages that they had sent. He peers at the screen, and it does look like the start of the conversation was a video that he had posted, and the thumbnail showed him sitting with his guitar. The music thing, at least, checks out.
He shows Geralt his daughter's profile, and the 'follow' button on it is clearly not active. Geralt hmms at it, and though his various grunts and nonverbal replies can be difficult to decipher without enough exposure, it doesn't sound as irritated as before. Maybe he can believe that this guy isn't here to creep on his only child. Maybe.
"Fine."
Was Ciri's username on this thing really 'by-the-power-of-SCREAMING'? Sure, he'd heard the stories of how she used to scream her lungs out as a child, but apparently she's embraced her sordid noisy past.
"It better stay that way." Well, he's already ruined whatever good first impression he could make here, might as well make it very clear that his daughter is so far Off Limits that she might as well be on the fucking moon.
"So. You're here to ride." Back to business and less terrifying avenues of conversation. "What style did you learn and what do you want to do?"
Both questions are necessary information for him to know how to get this kid set up. Though, he's going to see just how much this guy actually knows before he lets him loose with one of his horses. Jaskier wouldn't be the first idiot to walk in and try to lie to him about knowing his ass from a saddle.
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He shows Geralt his daughter's profile, and the 'follow' button on it is clearly not active. Geralt hmms at it, and though his various grunts and nonverbal replies can be difficult to decipher without enough exposure, it doesn't sound as irritated as before. Maybe he can believe that this guy isn't here to creep on his only child. Maybe.
"Fine."
Was Ciri's username on this thing really 'by-the-power-of-SCREAMING'? Sure, he'd heard the stories of how she used to scream her lungs out as a child, but apparently she's embraced her sordid noisy past.
"It better stay that way." Well, he's already ruined whatever good first impression he could make here, might as well make it very clear that his daughter is so far Off Limits that she might as well be on the fucking moon.
"So. You're here to ride." Back to business and less terrifying avenues of conversation. "What style did you learn and what do you want to do?"
Both questions are necessary information for him to know how to get this kid set up. Though, he's going to see just how much this guy actually knows before he lets him loose with one of his horses. Jaskier wouldn't be the first idiot to walk in and try to lie to him about knowing his ass from a saddle.