The floral scrubbing makes her skin pink and even in a heightened state of comfort, Jaskier makes her laugh. "No, really?" Her arms lift from the water, not even committing fully to the arrangement of the dance, she still has some salt she'd like to use on her chin and face. "That one? The hmm-dee-dum-da-da-da-hmm?" That is as close to the tune as she can recollect. "With their arms up it's more like the scuttling of crabs!" The Cidarians have a strange enough taste as it stands. She's laughing again. "Oh he really is awful." It might be amusing to meet such a lowly bard after all.

His touch is so gentle. If there was a way for her to relax into his body, she would. Yennefer kisses his arm as it crosses over her.

"Hundreds of wet cats... in concert. What a sound!" Patronage for a whole year would make a significant improvement for any aspiring musician of any repute.

She reaches from the water again, this time not to mock a dance. To touch his cheek. "I will only attend if you promise to tell me each and every sordid little thing about the contenders.... will you also compete?"