"It's called a metaphor, Geralt." He says with an eyeroll and a huff. His poetry is wasted on this man, isn't it? He'll have to ask the daughter some time if she considers this beauty her own personal garden, see what happens. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be a good boy, Mr Cantankerous Cowboy."
His tone is mocking, but turns out, he actually keeps his word. Seeing as Geralt obviously isn't interested in chitchatting, Jaskier hums or sings the rest of the ride, only stopping to take the occasional picture or to talk to Pegasus himself. There's a comment here and there for Roach, as well. The place is absolutely beautiful, and it keeps Jaskier's attention enough not to be an annoying brat. The colors, the sounds, the aromas... it's the relaxing time he needed, and he can already fill inspiration coming to him with its needy claws that won't let go of his brain until he gets home and writes it all down.
He loves it. Hopefully one day he can arrange something to work here, just him, his guitar and a picnic blanket.
The buttercup is still behind his ear when they make it back to the ranch, and he plans to keep it there on the ride home (maybe he could press it inside one of his poetry books). Rubbing down the horses is quite nice and not something he used to do a lot when he was a child - it helps seeing the horse as an actual animal and companion and not just a ride he just got off from, bonding with him. Jaskier makes sure to give him some last nice parting words and a good pat on his neck together with a thank you, I'll see you soon. Others would probably try out different horses, but honestly, Jaskier is already sold on this one. He's made a friend today, and he's loyal to his friends until the end.
As soon as he picks his things up, Jaskier asks for an Uber before going to Geralt, knowing he'll have a small wait ahead of him. What he doesn't see coming, however, it's that price. Both his eyebrows quickly go up, disbelief written all over his face.
"What do I look like, a charity case?" Shaking his head, Jaskier reaches into his bag for his wallet (which is, of course, as extra as he is) and grabs two 100s. He folds them together, though, to hide one with the other, before handing them to Geralt. "Keep the change." As he closes his wallet, a little bright thing calls his attention: a transparent yellow pick. Grinning with an idea forming in his head, he hands it to Geralt as well. "And this is for your daughter. A thank you for her reccomendation."
A pause as Jaskier gives the man a look over. He's still annoyed by the comment about his voice, and yet... his curiosity (and attraction, obviously) remains. There's a mystery here and he wants to unravel it (as well as unraveling certain pair of pants).
"Old or not, you do have a phone, right?" He hands Geralt his own, the new contact screen open. "Give me your number so I can plan my visits in the future. That way I won't be around your daughter, too, just like I promised." It's a pity because he does like meeting the fans and getting attention, although on the other hand, it'd be nice to keep this as a calm, secret spot away from everything. He should leave it there, try to work things up through a couple of messages maybe, but he still can't stop his mouth from asking- "Do you have a favorite song?"
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His tone is mocking, but turns out, he actually keeps his word. Seeing as Geralt obviously isn't interested in chitchatting, Jaskier hums or sings the rest of the ride, only stopping to take the occasional picture or to talk to Pegasus himself. There's a comment here and there for Roach, as well. The place is absolutely beautiful, and it keeps Jaskier's attention enough not to be an annoying brat. The colors, the sounds, the aromas... it's the relaxing time he needed, and he can already fill inspiration coming to him with its needy claws that won't let go of his brain until he gets home and writes it all down.
He loves it. Hopefully one day he can arrange something to work here, just him, his guitar and a picnic blanket.
The buttercup is still behind his ear when they make it back to the ranch, and he plans to keep it there on the ride home (maybe he could press it inside one of his poetry books). Rubbing down the horses is quite nice and not something he used to do a lot when he was a child - it helps seeing the horse as an actual animal and companion and not just a ride he just got off from, bonding with him. Jaskier makes sure to give him some last nice parting words and a good pat on his neck together with a thank you, I'll see you soon. Others would probably try out different horses, but honestly, Jaskier is already sold on this one. He's made a friend today, and he's loyal to his friends until the end.
As soon as he picks his things up, Jaskier asks for an Uber before going to Geralt, knowing he'll have a small wait ahead of him. What he doesn't see coming, however, it's that price. Both his eyebrows quickly go up, disbelief written all over his face.
"What do I look like, a charity case?" Shaking his head, Jaskier reaches into his bag for his wallet (which is, of course, as extra as he is) and grabs two 100s. He folds them together, though, to hide one with the other, before handing them to Geralt. "Keep the change." As he closes his wallet, a little bright thing calls his attention: a transparent yellow pick. Grinning with an idea forming in his head, he hands it to Geralt as well. "And this is for your daughter. A thank you for her reccomendation."
A pause as Jaskier gives the man a look over. He's still annoyed by the comment about his voice, and yet... his curiosity (and attraction, obviously) remains. There's a mystery here and he wants to unravel it (as well as unraveling certain pair of pants).
"Old or not, you do have a phone, right?" He hands Geralt his own, the new contact screen open. "Give me your number so I can plan my visits in the future. That way I won't be around your daughter, too, just like I promised." It's a pity because he does like meeting the fans and getting attention, although on the other hand, it'd be nice to keep this as a calm, secret spot away from everything. He should leave it there, try to work things up through a couple of messages maybe, but he still can't stop his mouth from asking- "Do you have a favorite song?"