It's odd, what things are apparently fixtures of their two worlds. Jaskier and Dandelion, both having the same ridiculous mushroom-based dreams about the troubadour of Cidaris eating their hard-written verses. And... other accouterments, apparently. Geralt shakes his head a little, smiling until he finishes buttering a roll and can hide his smile by eating.
The bard bites into one of the pastries and there's a blissful expression that overtakes his face. It's a very familiar gesture, one that's so painfully similar to Dandelion's that he almost feels-- well. This is not Dandelion, no matter how much he may sometimes act like it, and it would be best to remember that. He even calls out to the maid like Dandelion would, knowing that she tends to stand in the hallway, just in case he needs another pot of tea or if Geralt needs more bread.
"Of course, Master Dandelion!" She ducks her head in only for a moment, and thus misses the fact that the sweets-loving bard sitting at the table and dressed in bright colors is not, in fact, the one that's usually there.
Geralt waits until the bard has at least had a chance to fill his stomach with pastries and tea before moving along to any difficult conversations. But it is a subject that must be breached, and better that Geralt asks the questions than Yennefer.
"So," he says, leaning back in his chair with his empty plate pushed to the side, "a witch opened a portal to take you to Oxenfurt, and you ended up in my stables instead. Dandelion's gone and likely has switched places with you--" and is probably about to get himself into trouble, knowing him "--and the witch that swapped you said that this is where you need to be. That about it?"
A summary of the facts, as they have been given to Geralt. It certainly ranks highly on his scale of Weird Shit that he's had to deal with, but at least it's only contained to himself, Dandelion, and Jaskier.
"Were you wintering at Oxenfurt? That's the usual time that Dandelion and I would split."
Geralt to Kaer Morhen, Dandelion to Oxenfurt to teach all winter long and collect his thoughts about all of the things that he'd seen with Geralt throughout the year, turn them into songs. They would then meet again in Spring, once the world had thawed enough for Geralt to make the trip back down the mountain.
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The bard bites into one of the pastries and there's a blissful expression that overtakes his face. It's a very familiar gesture, one that's so painfully similar to Dandelion's that he almost feels-- well. This is not Dandelion, no matter how much he may sometimes act like it, and it would be best to remember that. He even calls out to the maid like Dandelion would, knowing that she tends to stand in the hallway, just in case he needs another pot of tea or if Geralt needs more bread.
"Of course, Master Dandelion!" She ducks her head in only for a moment, and thus misses the fact that the sweets-loving bard sitting at the table and dressed in bright colors is not, in fact, the one that's usually there.
Geralt waits until the bard has at least had a chance to fill his stomach with pastries and tea before moving along to any difficult conversations. But it is a subject that must be breached, and better that Geralt asks the questions than Yennefer.
"So," he says, leaning back in his chair with his empty plate pushed to the side, "a witch opened a portal to take you to Oxenfurt, and you ended up in my stables instead. Dandelion's gone and likely has switched places with you--" and is probably about to get himself into trouble, knowing him "--and the witch that swapped you said that this is where you need to be. That about it?"
A summary of the facts, as they have been given to Geralt. It certainly ranks highly on his scale of Weird Shit that he's had to deal with, but at least it's only contained to himself, Dandelion, and Jaskier.
"Were you wintering at Oxenfurt? That's the usual time that Dandelion and I would split."
Geralt to Kaer Morhen, Dandelion to Oxenfurt to teach all winter long and collect his thoughts about all of the things that he'd seen with Geralt throughout the year, turn them into songs. They would then meet again in Spring, once the world had thawed enough for Geralt to make the trip back down the mountain.