Geralt was more than happy to let Jaskier take over in the kitchen. Actually, he wouldn’t mind it if the bard took control in the bedroom either but that was a separate net of fish he was trying to catch. For now, he would have to be satisfied with dropping a few hints here and there for Jaskier to pick up on. To be fair, Jaskier was very distracted with his task in setting up the meal for tonight to notice.
Just the family, Ciri had said. That she had called their tiny foursome a family had brought a smile to the witcher’s face that had yet to dissolve. They were an odd mix and things had not ended up where he’d thought they would but ...he was also happier than he ever imagined he could be.
“The bigger, the better.” He was licking the inside of a bowl that Jaskier had been baking the dessert out of. “But I would take you either way,” he added with a wink. Geralt then licked his fingers clean and reached back to pull out a dark ink pen that Ciri had given him. Leaning back into the counter, he beckoned Jaskier closer with a curl of his finger. “The real question should be how long will you be able to stay still while I work on my masterpiece.”