Oh he is lovely. It's unfair. The hair is wholly her fault. The state of his clothes, well, she could have been more careful too she supposes. Though any would cast their gaze upon him and see he cuts a silhouette. Yennefer keeps eyeing him over the rim of her glass.

"No?" Details don't stay as well as emotions. Though it does cause a momentary flutter of dread. He is still present and was willing to bed her a moment earlier. "You did very well, though I'm afraid we may have made a scene and hurt the feelings of a popular barmaid that had been making eyes at you." May as though she wasn't entirely aware of the situation.

Yennefer takes his arm, "The best part about the tavern was the cherry schnapps anyway. There is still the bottle of that. That would be the only reason to return."

The Golden Fawn in daylight hours is clean. The midsummer festival patrons are only just staggering out from their lodging. Jaskier is already winning the contest of who looks not only bedded but presentable enough to pass through the doors of a temple. It's a miraculous feat. There are still tables available. The smell of eggs, potatoes and bacon make her stomach growl.