After the insults from before, Jaskier isn't sure what to expect from the guy, but him nailing that on his first try is definitely at the bottom of his guessing list. Curiosity piqued and even a tiny little weeny impressed (barely, really!), Jaskier tilts his head and watches the man with interest, as if he could learn all his secrets just from observation.

"Yeah. How did you know?"

A lucky guess, maybe? Or does he truly have the ear to detect when a musician sings their own lyrics? He sincerely doubts it after the previous jabs. Maybe the song just rings a bell because of his daughter and he shouldn't be reading too much into this.

The view that suddenly welcomes them takes him out of his thoughts, and Jaskier can only gasp and stare for a moment. The colors are vibrant, the aromas sweet, the sun warm, the light bright - it's simply perfect, and Jaskier thinks he's found a little piece of heaven. Which means, of course, he is getting inspired.

"To see the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wildflower..." Wililam Blake is interrupted, though, when they come closer and the flowers become more than a bunch colors lumped together. The shape is clear now, they're identifiable. "These are buttercups!"

Laughing at the coincidence (or shall we call it destiny?), Jaskier makes Pegasus slow down to fall behind Geralt and Roach so he can have room to jump off the horse and let his fingers touch the flowers. And with Jaskier being Jaskier, it only takes a couple of seconds before he's taking a few, one for his own ear and the rest for Pegasus' mane.

"This isn't bad for his hair, is it?" He asks after he's already braided three little flowers that look incredibly pretty among all the white.