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Tweak says, "It's bigger on the inside"

WHO Jaskier • Beverly WHERE The Garden • WHEN Monday August 5, 2024
Getting to know you. WARNINGS This is a getting to know you between a person from IT and a person from The Witcher, so whatever warnings would go with each show invision them here.

Jaskier had gotten rather comfortable during their meal, down to his waistcoat and shirt. By the time there were little beyond crumbs and bits of fruit left, he was laying on his side on the blanket comfortable as one could be. He had shed his boots before he'd even stepped onto the blanket, it was only polite, leaving him in stockinged feet. His lute lay on its back within reach if he felt the need to serenade her. He didn't feel inclined. Yet.

The feeling of anticipation, the excitement, was bubbling up in him, when he knew he should feel nothing but contentment now that his belly was full. She had promised to try to make him uncomfortable, he was more than intrigued and had wondered what lengths she would go since it was mentioned. His fingers trailed over the steady regrowth of stubble on his chin, the sound of the tiny hairs being strumbed by his fingernails audible. A playful smile touching his lips as he did. Why not steer the conversation in that direction? Would it be an obvious tell? But how did he go about it without being blatant?

"Have you ever seen the musical Rocky Horror Picture show?" It was a pointed question, but one that would allow him to get to know her just a little better. Jaskier didn't know if she was into musicals. Rocky Horror Picture Show was a weird one. Enthralling enough that he'd seen it more than once, and he'd gone to google to see just how popular it had been. It had a cult following, so there was a small chance that Bev had seen it, and liked it. There was a small chance that she might pick up what he was laying down, but it was still there. If not, it would hopefully seem like he was only inquiring about her likes and dislikes.

He already liked Bev, even though they hadn't really spoken much beyond a few words at the tavern. But what was there not to like? She was beautiful, and kind. Or that was the impression he had gotten, and she hadn't done anything to change that impression. At this point she'd have to literally get up from their picnic and kick a puppy and maybe take a child's toys and treats from them for her to do damage to that impression. She was easy to like.