"I only took one drink for now myself when I could have had more," and this statement allows her to indulge in a wink. Jaskier and Geralt had only witnessed one orgy. "And the game has just begun."

The very aged table has had many a hand tap upon it. Yennefer slid her hand close to his, tapping right along. Ah, another direct hit for the bard. Her cup is lifted once more but she pauses, "Yes. Not the one you were thinking of. Rest him." Sir Eyck of Denesle, felled by a Reaver and poor dining choices. Yen allowed herself another long drink and it ends with something of a laugh. A white napkin appeared out of nowhere for her to dab at the corner of her mouth.

"No knights for you? Shame. A good lot over all once you dictate your needs or else your the field and they plow away." Is this too much information? Enough information? It's all games.

Yennefer cleared her throat. "I have never put bread in my clothes."