Dinner smells amazing, especially for Jaskier, who hasn't had anything other than tavern food for a little over a month. The chosen dishes do not surprise him, even if they're of a better quality than what old Geralt would usually get in inns, they still match his preferences. simple meat, simple vegetables, and alcohol. Another thing that stays the same across worlds.
Some other things aren't staying the same, it seems. Jaskier approaches his chair, ready to sit and wink at the maids that are bringing the food, but suddenly decides against it. Geralt's word have him puffing up again and such dramatics need him to be standing up for better gesturing - and there's a lots of it, joined by a gaping mouth. Oh boy, here we go.
"LOSING TO VALDO MARX! ME! HOW DARE YOU! The nerve! The scandal! The hearsay!"
Never mind the fact he did lose to Valdo Marx once or twice, but that had been back on Oxenfurt, when their rivalry was just getting started. Ages ago, no during bloody Cintra, long after Jaskier earned his reputation thanks to Toss a coin. Geralt be ready for the finger wagging, because here it comes, right into his face.
"And what do you mean I wasn't there? I DRAGGED you there, you-- him. Dragged him." Fuck, this is confusing to follow when he's being over emotional. "It was the whole point! I needed a bodyguard! That's why he blamed me for--" Okay, wait, no, not going there. Jaskier puts his hands on his hips in his usual offended housewife mode, utterly baffled by the idea of a Geralt (even this one) going to a noble party by his own decision. "If Dandelion didn't get you there, how did you even manage to attend one of the most important banquets of the decade?"
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Some other things aren't staying the same, it seems. Jaskier approaches his chair, ready to sit and wink at the maids that are bringing the food, but suddenly decides against it. Geralt's word have him puffing up again and such dramatics need him to be standing up for better gesturing - and there's a lots of it, joined by a gaping mouth. Oh boy, here we go.
"LOSING TO VALDO MARX! ME! HOW DARE YOU! The nerve! The scandal! The hearsay!"
Never mind the fact he did lose to Valdo Marx once or twice, but that had been back on Oxenfurt, when their rivalry was just getting started. Ages ago, no during bloody Cintra, long after Jaskier earned his reputation thanks to Toss a coin. Geralt be ready for the finger wagging, because here it comes, right into his face.
"And what do you mean I wasn't there? I DRAGGED you there, you-- him. Dragged him." Fuck, this is confusing to follow when he's being over emotional. "It was the whole point! I needed a bodyguard! That's why he blamed me for--" Okay, wait, no, not going there. Jaskier puts his hands on his hips in his usual offended housewife mode, utterly baffled by the idea of a Geralt (even this one) going to a noble party by his own decision. "If Dandelion didn't get you there, how did you even manage to attend one of the most important banquets of the decade?"