Only a little, Jaskier mumbles, not happy about the answer. So he whispers to Pegasus that he'll save the juiciest fruit he finds for him before picking up his stuff again and following Geralt out of the barn, just like the man assumes.

And following him he does... at first. After hearing Geralt's explanation, Jaskier can't help freezing, staring at the guy ahead of him with wide eyes. He wants to believe Geralt is slowly accepting the fact they're becoming friends, that's why he got the message, right? But this? Feels like so much more. He could've picked the berries with anyone - his daughter, especially. Alone, even, just he and his horse against nature. Isn't that what Geralt likes?

Geralt getting on the horse and riding away is what makes him snap out of it. Jaskier hurries to get on Pegasus as well, making his horse going a bit faster than a simple trot to catch up with his friend, side by side, and look directly at his face when he asks his question. Because what the fuck does it mean.

"Sooooo, let me see if I'm getting this right. We're having a picnic and going berry picking together? You saved this little activity to do with me, your new friend?" Once again, he puts a hand on his chest. "Geralt, I'm touched! You do care!"

A little overdramatic, probably, but he has to compensate somehow. Because what he's actually dying to ask right now is is this a date?.