"Good morning!" said Jaskier and came down the stairs grinning.
He flopped on the bench next to Geralt and reached, without the slightest hesitation, out to his dishes. "What do we have for breakfast?"
Geralt growled, demonstratively unpleasant. "Too less for two."
Fenneka exited the kitchen and smiled conspiratorially at the two men. "Naaa, had a good night?"
Jaskier beamed at her and obviously reveled in the sight of the tablet with more plates and jars.
"Huaaachh," the bard yawned, still looking tousled, "I'm doing great."
A woman swanned down the stairs, still looking tousled.
"Hm," Geralt hummed. "As predicted."