Geralt: This is your hometown? Huh. I thought it would look more… Dramatic.
Jaskier: Well, my parents’ house is a bit farther away, but this is where I used to play all the time as a child, so yeah.
Geralt: Hmm. I think I passed here once.
Jaskier: Wonder if I was even alive back then. I do remember another Witcher passing here. I think I was about five years old, or six.
Jaskier: He was really nice, actually. Unlike you, he smiled. Had white hair, too. Looked barely in his twenties, went by some ridiculous name I don’t even remember. I saw him storm off after one of the innkeepers yelled at him and decided to walk over to him-
Geralt and Jaskier, simultaneously: And bring him an apple?
Jaskier and Geralt: That was you?
Geralt: Did you by any chance started singing for him-
Jaskier: While playing a small lute? Yes!! Oh Gods, Geralt, YOU WERE MY FIRST PERFORMANCE!
Jaskier: and I remember you saying I was “really good”! And you were SMILING-
Geralt: Well, you were much cuter back then.
Jaskier: Fuck you, I know you find me irresistible today. Gods, I can’t believe it-
Geralt: You thanked me.
Geralt: You thanked me for “saving the city from monsters”. It was… Nice. Made me smile and kept me going for a while. So… Thank you for that.
Jaskier: *tearing up* Come here, you big oaf. *pulls Geralt into a hug*
Jaskier: …So what did you call yourself back then?
Geralt: Alright, let’s keep moving