[Luckily for Harry, Jaskier is too busy rolling his eyes at him to notice the tremor of that hand, but who knows for long this may stay secret considering how much Jaskier likes to people-watch. He waves a dismissive hand a Harry, huffing like the brat he still is at forty-two.]

If that's what you wrote, then sure, that's exactly what it is.

[But hey, at least the order is accepted, even if Jaskier is sure the chosen adjective is a few points under "actually good" just to keep messing with him. The nerve, the scandal! He should be ranting at him, but he's a man with a fucking mission.

After taking a sip of his own devilish sweet concoction (gosh, he loves chocolate and caramel syrup, what great inventions), he turns toward Harry with raised eyebrows.]

Well then, Harry - I believe you owe me a story and the introduction to a whole new kind of desert. [Heh, get it.]