Jaskier bristled a bit at Geralt's Unicorn comment. Firstly, because he had clearly been searching for something less obvious than whether or not any given horse had a horn on its head...and secondly, because, well--it had been a rather grouchy way to spoil that bit of mystery. Jaskier wasn't terribly fond of the idea of Unicorns (he was not, in fact, a twelve year old girl so their appeal was not entirely obvious to him), but the world deserved to retain some level of mysticism to it. Geralt had no right to go about declaring things imaginary out of the blue, it took all the fun out of them.
Unfortunately, he had a point about the time, and Jaskier sighed as he looked up at the shifting afternoon light. He'd looked at dozens of horses and not one had been perfect. Food and time, perhaps, would help with his considerations.
"Alright, I am getting a bit peckish," Jaskier told him and his stomach, empty and as grouchy as the Witcher, decided to agree with him by twisting loudly. "What would you like?"
That was a novel question and Jaskier asked it before he even thought to savor it. Unlike Geralt, he enjoyed cities a great deal and Oxenfurt more than most. This city was familiar to him and, as he turned and let his feet start to lead him back toward the heart of it, he realized they actually had options. It was a strange thought and it put an instant smile on his face.
"Oh--we can actually have something apart from thin stew and beer--say, how do you feel about dinner theater, my friend? I know this one fantastic place where they enact a murder right at the tables and the diners are meant to discover the mystery of it. They've got very good braised pork--"
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Unfortunately, he had a point about the time, and Jaskier sighed as he looked up at the shifting afternoon light. He'd looked at dozens of horses and not one had been perfect. Food and time, perhaps, would help with his considerations.
"Alright, I am getting a bit peckish," Jaskier told him and his stomach, empty and as grouchy as the Witcher, decided to agree with him by twisting loudly. "What would you like?"
That was a novel question and Jaskier asked it before he even thought to savor it. Unlike Geralt, he enjoyed cities a great deal and Oxenfurt more than most. This city was familiar to him and, as he turned and let his feet start to lead him back toward the heart of it, he realized they actually had options. It was a strange thought and it put an instant smile on his face.
"Oh--we can actually have something apart from thin stew and beer--say, how do you feel about dinner theater, my friend? I know this one fantastic place where they enact a murder right at the tables and the diners are meant to discover the mystery of it. They've got very good braised pork--"