If he has forgotten anything of note, it doesn't show on his face. He gives her an utterly besotted look as she strolls to his side, as she takes his arm. He settles his own hand atop hers at his elbow and they head down. He draws her seat out once they've joined the crowd and loops his lute around his own chair before stepping back.

"A plate of everything for the lady, I presume?" Jaskier asks and cocks a brow, his own smile implying that he intends to have the same.

He wonders if they have tea--this place is very nice, it is possible they will have an assortment.