Jaskier is... nervous. Geralt doesn't need a witcher's senses to know that, not considering the fact that he's tapping the side of his teacup with his spoon. It's perfectly in rhythm with his bouncing leg, which is somehow both deeply annoying and also very concerning. A fidgety Dandelion is usually a Dandelion that's hiding something, and probably something that he should know about before it bites them both in the ass.

Equally concerning-- the very curt, perfunctory response. Bards never give brief responses, especially not these bards. They talk and talk until you're not sure which way is up.

Geralt will have to consider his approach carefully. With Dandelion, he would just ask him what's going on directly, but this is not Dandelion. This is Jaskier, the man who does not know him like his own bard knows him, intimately and completely. He doesn't trust him like his bard does. And trust is a very important thing.

"I don't know if just any mage would work," he replies after a moment, having considered the question. "Sending someone between worlds isn't easy. And I don't think we should risk sending you through a poorly-made portal."

Or trying to bring Dandelion back through one. He would prefer it if both bards got to their intended destinations in one piece. He knows that he'd be deeply upset if Dandelion returned to him in multiple pieces, and he can only assume that Jaskier's Geralt would be displeased.

Geralt stands and walks over to a cabinet, opening one of the doors to reveal a number of bottles of various liquors. He pulls out a bottle of vodka and a pair of glasses, then returns to the breakfast table and sets them down, pouring out a measure of liquor into each. He pushes one across to Jaskier.

"It's a bit early in the day for it," he says with a shrug, "but you look like you could use it."