If Geralt had any idea about the ridiculous things Jaskier is thinking about him-- a muscled angel, that's a load of rot, he's a grumpy hermit who talks in mostly monosyllables and grunts-- he would have quickly shut them down, set the record straight. Don't glamorize him, don't romanticize him. He's not some gallant hero.
But the idea of getting some kind of social media account... well, it's probably not a bad one. He could use more customers to get a little more cash flow into the place, since there are some repairs and new equipment that he'd like to get. It would be nice to be able to hire some extra help so that he could spend more time with Ciri. If he really got a good, steady increase, maybe he could even think about expanding the barn and taking more horses...
"Hm." Another hum, but this one with a more considering tone. He'd think about it. Maybe he could ask Ciri about how to set up one of those Instagrams.
The musician gets his guitar and pulls out a clear pick that has some kind of yellow flower encapsulated inside it and asks for a request. Geralt considers it for a moment; he does, actually, like plenty of music, so he could name something that could be played on one guitar. But--
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If Geralt had any idea about the ridiculous things Jaskier is thinking about him-- a muscled angel, that's a load of rot, he's a grumpy hermit who talks in mostly monosyllables and grunts-- he would have quickly shut them down, set the record straight. Don't glamorize him, don't romanticize him. He's not some gallant hero.
But the idea of getting some kind of social media account... well, it's probably not a bad one. He could use more customers to get a little more cash flow into the place, since there are some repairs and new equipment that he'd like to get. It would be nice to be able to hire some extra help so that he could spend more time with Ciri. If he really got a good, steady increase, maybe he could even think about expanding the barn and taking more horses...
"Hm." Another hum, but this one with a more considering tone. He'd think about it. Maybe he could ask Ciri about how to set up one of those Instagrams.
The musician gets his guitar and pulls out a clear pick that has some kind of yellow flower encapsulated inside it and asks for a request. Geralt considers it for a moment; he does, actually, like plenty of music, so he could name something that could be played on one guitar. But--
"Know how to play blessed silence?"