"Oh, what a strange name for a cow cheese." Ciri smirked at the idea of cows being scary by any means, but she had to remember that not every world had more vicious creatures or undead beings like hers did. Still, he was adorable.
Ciri nodded, pretending to even know what North America was. She'd ask Jaskier, he'd probably know. The man talked so much and picked up enough information that she believed he would have the random knowledge just from the amount of time they'd been at the hotel.
Taking a corner of the Swiss, she grinned immediately. "Oh, I like that one. Does that go well with a burger?" Ciri would have so much to tell Geralt when they were done, while skipping around her interest in Jughead or flirtation. This Geralt still treated her like a child- not that hers had ever stopped but understood that she was allowed to like people.
"Are all the cheeses in the icebox from your world?" She asked, accepting that he knew everything about the kitchen of the hotel.