He laughs and stands up, rising from his seat and taking her hand with him.
"My dear, it is easier than you could imagine," he tells her and glances--at a large stack of boxes that obscures the door. There is only one way in and out of this space, apart from the small windows and a sheer climb. If he had wondered how it remained in tact so long, it is made obvious now.
"Oh, it appears you shall have to help us leave," Jaskier tells her and feels a moment of conflict about it.
At once he would very much like this place to remain his. He wishes to be terribly selfish about it and keep anyone else from intruding for the next twenty years...but, by that same token, he knows how dear this place can be. It is a pity to let it stay unused. He could move the boxes from the door and free the ghosts in this place--it would take him some time and would ruin his pretty outfit...later, he resolves.
"This time I promise I shall not envision any more closets or storage rooms."
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"My dear, it is easier than you could imagine," he tells her and glances--at a large stack of boxes that obscures the door. There is only one way in and out of this space, apart from the small windows and a sheer climb. If he had wondered how it remained in tact so long, it is made obvious now.
"Oh, it appears you shall have to help us leave," Jaskier tells her and feels a moment of conflict about it.
At once he would very much like this place to remain his. He wishes to be terribly selfish about it and keep anyone else from intruding for the next twenty years...but, by that same token, he knows how dear this place can be. It is a pity to let it stay unused. He could move the boxes from the door and free the ghosts in this place--it would take him some time and would ruin his pretty outfit...later, he resolves.
"This time I promise I shall not envision any more closets or storage rooms."