"I have a leftover pie in my pack," Jaskier told him and waved his free hand in vague dismissal. He was hungry, but not urgently so, and the pies he had bought earlier in the morning would suffice whenever he was. Right now he was trying to seduce the Witcher and, as usual, it was proving far trickier than expected.
He hadn't expected Geralt to deflect, but he hadn't ever had the opportunity to do so before, not like this. Jaskier had never propositioned him so obviously in public.
Geralt nursed his drink, seemingly immune to the sly look Jaskier leveled at him--he gave it a few moments more, but the Witcher was resolute. When Jaskier gave up it was with a heavy sigh and a resigned pout. He let his head fall forward off his hand and then swept the whole of himself back in his chair.
"What is the world coming to?" Jaskier asked rhetorically. He was not quiet, but neither was he loud. He clearly wasn't bothered by the idea that someone might overhear him. "You try to thank a man with a good time and he asks what you're having for lunch? Not cock, obviously. Maybe the chebureki? Yes, that's an exceptable alternative."
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He hadn't expected Geralt to deflect, but he hadn't ever had the opportunity to do so before, not like this. Jaskier had never propositioned him so obviously in public.
Geralt nursed his drink, seemingly immune to the sly look Jaskier leveled at him--he gave it a few moments more, but the Witcher was resolute. When Jaskier gave up it was with a heavy sigh and a resigned pout. He let his head fall forward off his hand and then swept the whole of himself back in his chair.
"What is the world coming to?" Jaskier asked rhetorically. He was not quiet, but neither was he loud. He clearly wasn't bothered by the idea that someone might overhear him. "You try to thank a man with a good time and he asks what you're having for lunch? Not cock, obviously. Maybe the chebureki? Yes, that's an exceptable alternative."