"A game it is," to help the spirits flow faster. Yennefer took her first drink. Her own appraising hum sounded. Tin kept the chill and the burn is nonexistent. Frosted, fermented cherries to loosen the nerves. Yes, this improvement was dangerous. No, she did not harbor any regret. "Well, I never was the first that came to mind. Or two truths and a lie."

The rest of the games involved more cups and more coin. Simplicity and closeness was what she wanted tonight. And Jaskier already provided the coin for their enjoyment. Two players to this game, so they can't have a long, alphabet memory game like I'm a Lad Going to Novigrad and I'm Bringing--. Chances are Jaskier would win that.

Yennefer tapped her glass idly and chances a sip as they decide. "I promise to do my part and make sure you have enough wits about you to perform." The smile that she paired with this statement is sincere though could easily be equally unnerving.