[ She giggles, pulling her hand away with a little shake of her head-- amused rather than annoyed, and Jaskier should know the difference by now. ]

Oh, yes, I know. Only the finest for you. And me, of course. Geralt will drink anything.

[ Her grin widens as she settles back, and settles into the familiar banter and comfort. Geralt will be home in a couple of weeks too. Much like her, he always comes back. He has a place to come back to. ]

Mm.

[ To think of this place as such, and to feel at home in it. Despite everything, this is the place she's chosen. They've all chosen. She'll do damn near anyway to keep this little piece of the worlds they've finally carved out together, no matter what the Singularity wants with her or not. ]

Yeah. It's good to be home.