My, but Yennefer moved as though she owned the building--it was not an air that Jaskier cultivated, largely because he couldn't hope to pull it off, but it also didn't seem to put anyone on edge. That was an interesting change--though logically he supposed it made sense. Yennefer was stunning and not scowling through cat eyes and half her weight in ichor--apprehension was probably an unusual first reaction.
How novel.
"Is that a challenge?" Jaskier asked, delighted and faux-scandalized, and unslung his lute from his shoulder as he dropped into the seat across from her. He set the instrument aside on the table with almost loving care and then promptly forgot about it as he waved and ordered a second bottle.
It was, technically, a schnapps. A refined white liquor that was supposed to be more sugar than not. This particular type of schnapps was, unfortunately, very very strong. He had no idea whether mages had better tolerance than mere mortal men, but far be it for him to question a lady's tastes after inviting her for a drink.
"I'll have to keep my feet about me, can't leave an audience wanting, but if we finish the both I would be happy to defer to you for our continued indulgence," Jaskier told her in far more words than were strictly necessary to communicate that thought. He really enjoyed words, the shades of them, the colors and meanings and slight variations--but he was sure she had realized that a decade ago.
"Ah--thank you my dear, wonderful woman," Jaskier praised eagerly as the barmaid brought them two heavy glass bottles sealed with wax and two tin cups as well. He slipped her a few crowns, more than the drinks were worth by a fair margin, and then promptly broke the seal on the first bottle before offering it over to Yennefer.
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How novel.
"Is that a challenge?" Jaskier asked, delighted and faux-scandalized, and unslung his lute from his shoulder as he dropped into the seat across from her. He set the instrument aside on the table with almost loving care and then promptly forgot about it as he waved and ordered a second bottle.
It was, technically, a schnapps. A refined white liquor that was supposed to be more sugar than not. This particular type of schnapps was, unfortunately, very very strong. He had no idea whether mages had better tolerance than mere mortal men, but far be it for him to question a lady's tastes after inviting her for a drink.
"I'll have to keep my feet about me, can't leave an audience wanting, but if we finish the both I would be happy to defer to you for our continued indulgence," Jaskier told her in far more words than were strictly necessary to communicate that thought. He really enjoyed words, the shades of them, the colors and meanings and slight variations--but he was sure she had realized that a decade ago.
"Ah--thank you my dear, wonderful woman," Jaskier praised eagerly as the barmaid brought them two heavy glass bottles sealed with wax and two tin cups as well. He slipped her a few crowns, more than the drinks were worth by a fair margin, and then promptly broke the seal on the first bottle before offering it over to Yennefer.