[The fact she doesn't retaliate doesn't go unnoticed - that's the reason why Jaskier dares to offer his arm at all. He's getting more daring, he realizes, after she barely meant the way she slapped his shoulder back in Oxenfurt... like it happened with the feeding, a comparison to Geralt comes to mind. Is he learning to read her? That's interesting. Perhaps a little scary too. And something he definitely doesn't want to think about sober.]
Because not every magic user is a good gu-- oi! [Jaskier yelps as she expected, although it mostly comes from his constant need to be dramatic. Some pinching is barely an annoyance, and he can tell her threat is as empty as they come. Putting up the offended act helps him hide how smug he feels about her accepting his arm and the fact he knows she won't hurt him - saying so aloud won't be appreciated, he thinks.] You're taking this personally when all I meant was a little prank between-- [Wait.] You know. [Friends, he's supposed to say, and he's never been shy of using that word around Geralt, yet it feels weird to use it for them. Sweet, sweet irony! Jaskier shrugs, trying to make it look as if it wasn't a big deal.] Wolf babysitters.
[...smooth, Jaskier. Really smooth.
He may be the one that offered his arm and a tour yet she's the one guiding them down the hall - it isn't surprising, really, even if she's smaller than him, she's always had the power to command a room. Besides, he doesn't mind a woman in control, it's just he's never been so casually on her radar before, at least not without some shit going on (see: Oxenfurt and Kaer Morhen). Dodging the word doesn't mean he isn't aware they pretty much started a friendship, and it's different to actually act on it without the world about to end around them. Almost... cute, he realizes with a little smile on his face. Oh, she'd kill him for that thought.
(Or would she? Fuck, her presence has no right to be this grounding.)
At the question, he takes out the chocolate bar from his pocket.] They call it "chocolate", it's made from a bean. They make these bars- [After getting a piece for himself, he passes the bar to her.] -sometimes mixed with nuts, jam or cookies, but they also melt it or make powder to use in sweet and pastries. If it isn't the most exquisite thing you've ever tasted, I'll eat my own bloody hat. [It sounds like an exaggeration (he is prone to hyperbole after all) but he actually means it.] Everything here tastes so much richer, even the foods we already know from our realm. That chilly box in your room? Have you used it? Because cold ale is an euphoric experience. [He suddenly remembers something and he chuckles before leaning in to speak lowly near her ear.] They even make edible smallclothes!
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Because not every magic user is a good gu-- oi! [Jaskier yelps as she expected, although it mostly comes from his constant need to be dramatic. Some pinching is barely an annoyance, and he can tell her threat is as empty as they come. Putting up the offended act helps him hide how smug he feels about her accepting his arm and the fact he knows she won't hurt him - saying so aloud won't be appreciated, he thinks.] You're taking this personally when all I meant was a little prank between-- [Wait.] You know. [Friends, he's supposed to say, and he's never been shy of using that word around Geralt, yet it feels weird to use it for them. Sweet, sweet irony! Jaskier shrugs, trying to make it look as if it wasn't a big deal.] Wolf babysitters.
[...smooth, Jaskier. Really smooth.
He may be the one that offered his arm and a tour yet she's the one guiding them down the hall - it isn't surprising, really, even if she's smaller than him, she's always had the power to command a room. Besides, he doesn't mind a woman in control, it's just he's never been so casually on her radar before, at least not without some shit going on (see: Oxenfurt and Kaer Morhen). Dodging the word doesn't mean he isn't aware they pretty much started a friendship, and it's different to actually act on it without the world about to end around them. Almost... cute, he realizes with a little smile on his face. Oh, she'd kill him for that thought.
(Or would she? Fuck, her presence has no right to be this grounding.)
At the question, he takes out the chocolate bar from his pocket.] They call it "chocolate", it's made from a bean. They make these bars- [After getting a piece for himself, he passes the bar to her.] -sometimes mixed with nuts, jam or cookies, but they also melt it or make powder to use in sweet and pastries. If it isn't the most exquisite thing you've ever tasted, I'll eat my own bloody hat. [It sounds like an exaggeration (he is prone to hyperbole after all) but he actually means it.] Everything here tastes so much richer, even the foods we already know from our realm. That chilly box in your room? Have you used it? Because cold ale is an euphoric experience. [He suddenly remembers something and he chuckles before leaning in to speak lowly near her ear.] They even make edible smallclothes!
[As usual, the horny bard has priorities.]