As soon as Ciri mentioned his attire, Jaskier stood back up and gave a spin, showing off his outfit. "You like it? Sometimes I wonder what people would think, if we wore something like this back in our world. They'd probably look at us like we'd lost our marbles, wouldn't they? It's very.. practical, though. And lightweight. I don't sweat nearly as much in tunics like this one. I do think it could stand to be shinier, though."
Jaskier sat back down, careful of his equally modern, not shiny enough guitar. "Oh, I was forced to dance, Ciri. It was awful. I'm fine now, though. Tell me, were you attached to anyone recently? I lucked out, but poor Geralt didn't. He was stuck to a woman who can turn into a werecoyote, can you believe it? She's sweet, though. Her name is Maria. Have you met her?"