Changing the energy in a room is a trifle of a skill in an enchantresses repertoire. Yennefer pretended not to notice. A better behaving tavern means that perhaps, just perhaps, people could think. The focus of the evening was to be on her company, on their conversation and the spirits they are going to consume.

Why oh why would one consider a potent alcohol a misfortune? The night was young. Their day was trying. Jaskier earned his liquor as did she. Yennefer could drink and could black out. There's a bit of decorum to it of course. She was not a strapping young man or a seasoned sailor. Her age was closer to seventy while her face remained less than thirty.

"Do what you must, I will be sure not a drop goes to waste. If it is as good as you say it is, I may give and indulge." Yennefer took the bottle in both of her hands, her fingers tapped and a sheen of frost curled and spread from the points of contact. "Much better." The first exhale from her mouth was visible before returning to normal. That was all. She poured a portion in one cup and then the other. The other she placed before Jaskier. Manners for manners.

"Shall we play a game or simply toast until we have run out of things to toast to?" She held the tin cup in both of her hands, not yet drinking.