The afternoon and into the night had been eventful. Yennefer could not forget that she had learned that her companion was a viscount and a tenderhearted man that could fuck like a beast and lay back prettily to be treated the same. The thought makes her tilt her head to his shoulder briefly before coming to sit.
"Oh yes. And fruit if that is not already included. Tea. Mmm." No, that was not a dip into his thoughts. What fine establishment to offer bath service and salts but not serve tea? The barman was just cleaning away plates and notices Yennefer and then Jaskier. He quickly cleans his hands and toddles over to them.
What will the lovely lady and gent be having this day? Yennefer makes her wishes known. A full platter, and bless the Golden Fawn it comes with fruit. She asks for tea. Attention on Jaskier pauses and his brow furrows. Doesn't he know him from somewhere? Perhaps he hasn't seen the lute.
Jaskier is alight--until he turns to face the barman. Oh, but while he does not recognize the bard, the bard recognizes him. His smile goes a bit panicked and he shoots a darting glance of apology at Yennefer.
"Know me? Oh, I don't--" Jaskier starts, glad he hasn't sat, and carefully reaches to pluck up his lute by the strap. The moment his fingers snare it, the barman's eyes are drawn over and, all at once he can see the recognition bloom across the man's face. Recognition shifts to shock and then, quite predictably, to fury.
"You--!" The man seethes and makes a swiping grab for Jaskier's doublet. The bard dances back, bends to place a quick kiss on Yennefer's head, and slings his lute over his shoulders. The barman, in the meanwhile, has turned redfaced with his rage.
"Well, that is my cue, my dear," Jaskier apologizes and the man moves around Yennefer, babbling through gritted teeth about his wife and Jaskier's diving from the window and, yes Jaskier thought this establishment was familiar--he grimaces and manages to evade him rather deftly as he bolts for the door.
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"Oh yes. And fruit if that is not already included. Tea. Mmm." No, that was not a dip into his thoughts. What fine establishment to offer bath service and salts but not serve tea? The barman was just cleaning away plates and notices Yennefer and then Jaskier. He quickly cleans his hands and toddles over to them.
What will the lovely lady and gent be having this day? Yennefer makes her wishes known. A full platter, and bless the Golden Fawn it comes with fruit. She asks for tea. Attention on Jaskier pauses and his brow furrows. Doesn't he know him from somewhere? Perhaps he hasn't seen the lute.
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"Know me? Oh, I don't--" Jaskier starts, glad he hasn't sat, and carefully reaches to pluck up his lute by the strap. The moment his fingers snare it, the barman's eyes are drawn over and, all at once he can see the recognition bloom across the man's face. Recognition shifts to shock and then, quite predictably, to fury.
"You--!" The man seethes and makes a swiping grab for Jaskier's doublet. The bard dances back, bends to place a quick kiss on Yennefer's head, and slings his lute over his shoulders. The barman, in the meanwhile, has turned redfaced with his rage.
"Well, that is my cue, my dear," Jaskier apologizes and the man moves around Yennefer, babbling through gritted teeth about his wife and Jaskier's diving from the window and, yes Jaskier thought this establishment was familiar--he grimaces and manages to evade him rather deftly as he bolts for the door.