[Molly tips an imaginary hat to the bard, then digs into his pockets and tosses a roll of paper bills towards him. Should Jaskier count them, they'll amount to forty dollars. Molly believes in overtipping.] You're welcome. A friend of mine happens to be well-acquainted with her.

[A beat, during which Molly quickly realizes how that could be taken.]

They're related. [which is the closest Molly will get to giving that away.] This is certainly a better translation than the one my friend sang for us, it just went, [pitching his voice a little higher and trying his best to imitate Jester's accent:] the Ruby of the Sea is the best lay ever.

[Which is probably an exaggeration. All the best songs and ballads have a hint of exaggeration about them at the very least.]

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