"Of course! On both counts," Jaskier assures her brightly. He couldn't imagine how disappointed he would be if she refused to indulge in the rumor mill while attending such a popular event.

"And you must tell me what you think of the dances because crabs? I shall never be able to see anything else," Jaskier tells her and his chest shakes with silent laughter. He reaches behind them and plucks up the bar of sage and lemon soap, one of several scents on the tray, and holds it out before her, presenting it for her use and approval whenever she is done with the salts.