"You were stuck to a werecoyote too? What are the odds of that!" Jaskier laughed. Because in a hotel full of this many people, what were the odds that two of the people Jaskier was closest to would end up being stuck with werecoyotes? A creature that, from his understanding, was not all that common.
He leaned in a little at the mention of Wesley, though. Jaskier remembered him quite well, since he was the person he'd spent most of that Cancun trip with. If anyone should should have been stuck dancing, it should have been that guy, because he could dance.
Just kidding. He'd never wish that upon Wesley. Jaskier actually liked him a lot. The bard gestured for Ciri to continue. "Oh, did he? Tell me about it!"