Not a whole lot of people consider horses as rescue animals, so Jaskier's not exactly different in his thinking from the rest of the masses. But that's because as a spoiled rich brat, he'd only ever ridden champion-bloodline stallions that had been expertly trained, the kind of animals that people paid thousand upon thousands of dollars for. Everyone else just couldn't afford horses, didn't always think of them as companion animals.

Jaskier connects the dots after a moment or two. Smarter than he looks, this one.

"Yeah. They are."

That was the point, that was why he didn't sell or breed-- they're all rescues. And this is where they get their second chances, where they can live the sorts of lives that they should've had from the start. And what a match it is-- a bunch of scarred up, abused, and neglected horses, getting a better life under the care of an ex-con who didn't get his own life together until after thirty.

Jaskier's not going to put that part in his little Instagram caption, though; would probably ruin the aesthetic or whatever. He doesn't know and, well... he doesn't really need to know, does he? He seems like a decent kid, the kind that wouldn't get mixed up with ex-cons, and it's not like Geralt plans to get involved with him on any level but the professionally friendly. And it's all a matter of public record, anyway, if he wanted to look Geralt up and find out, he always could.

Geralt shrugs in response to the question, dismissively. "Never got one set up. Don't have a website either."

Website management wasn't one of the things that they taught him in prison. He'd have to hire someone to build it and take care of it, and while he can make ends meet comfortably enough with the ranch, he doesn't have a lot left over. And what he does usually just goes right back into the ranch, for repairs or vet bills or calling in the farrier because one of the horses threw a shoe.