[Aiden leans in conspiratorily.] I do love a good book. I've brought a couple of my own. I occasionally dip down to Ofir, and I've brought back a book of their old poetry. Perhaps we can trade once we finish what we've brought.

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Geralt just said, our library is stocked. [Lambert rolls his eyes at the dramatics of the bard and the Cat.] It's got all the boring old shit you two love.

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You love it, too, puppy. [Aiden grins, cutting his eyes over to the redheaded Wolf, before looking back to Jaskier.] You'll have to get dear Lambchop to sing for you this winter. He likes to pretend he doesn't care for the arts, but I've heard him singing to himself quite a bit, and I've also caught him reading books other than bawdy smut~