"The smell can always be washed out. Maybe get some mink oil after letting it air out." In Ciri's memory, Jaskier had always been the grat hat wearer between them. It was a bard thing really, every bard she had ever watched had some kind of interesting hat on.
Ciri shrugged, innocently. "I picked a lot up from my time with the Rats." In fact, Ciri was not entirely sure that Geralt knew anything about her time with the Rats, after all, she had been off training with Yennefer when she got separated and ended up with them. Her thoughts paused. No, he would not know anyway because he was from before any of that happened. "I ended up with a street group for some time," she pressed her lips together, remembering she would need to explain more.
"Hey!" She laughed. "Oh, yes! That would be a perfect gift for Jaskier. I have a few ideas for Yennefer's birthday too." Ciri was ready for shopping, geared up from fighting beside Geralt for the first time in a while. If there were monsters to fight it would have been better.