Oh, neither am I, [ Jaskier assures him. ] Once, I invited Geralt to the coast for the winter with me - can you imagine it? Him splashing around in the warm sea, me in a sun hat, drinking wine and watching? It sounded divine to me, but Geralt had other ideas.

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Jaskier, please, I don't want to talk about this. [ The mountain had been a long time ago, and Jaskier had forgiven him, so why do they need to speak of it again?

He looks at his cards and keeps his face blank, sure that this time he'll win. ]

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Yes yes, dear. Well, perhaps next winter we can go. You don't need to meet my family though. Hells, I wouldn't want to meet them if I didn't have to.