Jaskier canters off on Pegasus, giving Geralt some time to think about how he wants to answer this question. He's young, but old enough to likely be finished with college. Not quite old enough to not be absolutely ridiculous. Mid-twenties seems like a safe enough guess, and one that won't be terribly offensive to his customer.
Is it unprofessional to be having this kind of conversation with a customer? Probably, but there's nothing to it. They're just talking. Hell, Ciri would be proud of him for holding a whole conversation with a new person without being so weird and gruff that it drives them off. It's progress or whatever. Set reasonable and attainable goals, his therapist would say.
He recognizes the song that Jaskier sings when he canters by, that hit from the early 2000's that came out just a few years before he went to prison. So the kid likes older women? Nothing wrong with that, Geralt supposes, but Jaskier better not be hoping that he'll introduce him to some. If he wants to find some hot forty-something sugar mama, he can do his own legwork.
"Twenty-five," he says the next time Jaskier slows down. A safe guess. "And I probably don't work out as much as you think."
Sure, he hits his home gym almost every day, but he gets plenty of exercise from his daily work and chores. Hauling bales of hay and mucking stalls and all that is hard work, even when he does have some help come around.
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Is it unprofessional to be having this kind of conversation with a customer? Probably, but there's nothing to it. They're just talking. Hell, Ciri would be proud of him for holding a whole conversation with a new person without being so weird and gruff that it drives them off. It's progress or whatever. Set reasonable and attainable goals, his therapist would say.
He recognizes the song that Jaskier sings when he canters by, that hit from the early 2000's that came out just a few years before he went to prison. So the kid likes older women? Nothing wrong with that, Geralt supposes, but Jaskier better not be hoping that he'll introduce him to some. If he wants to find some hot forty-something sugar mama, he can do his own legwork.
"Twenty-five," he says the next time Jaskier slows down. A safe guess. "And I probably don't work out as much as you think."
Sure, he hits his home gym almost every day, but he gets plenty of exercise from his daily work and chores. Hauling bales of hay and mucking stalls and all that is hard work, even when he does have some help come around.