Jaskier is pleased with the photos, and that's great because Geralt doesn't want to stand around here taking pictures for this overgrown peacock of a man for the next hour. While he's willing to help out a customer and all that, he has his limits, and playing cameraman for a wannabe-Twitter influencer is that hard line.

"Nope," he replies, because he sure as hell wouldn't know how to set up a social media page for his ranch, or what the hell he should put on it. That would require him to know how social media works and how to promote his business and all that shit, he's just an ex-con trying to raise a teenage daughter and deal with his very powerful ex, he's got a lot on his plate.

Jaskier puts his phone away and asks about trail rides; Geralt considers this, and his schedule for the day.

"You seem like you won't get yourself thrown," he concedes. "Should be fine to go up if you aren't alone."

He checks his watch; he has things that need to get done today, both chores and things that he actually gets paid for. A lesson this afternoon. It would be good to get a trail ride in, though, he doesn't have a big group coming until Saturday...

"How much time do you have?"