[ Despite his offer, Jaskier doesn't take any more persuading when it comes to staying, instead wandering towards the comfortable looking couch in the next room sliding his lute next to it, and promptly dropping face first into the cushions with a muffled groan. It's a hell of a lot more comfortable than he'd expected, more plush than most the stuff he's used to back home, but he doesn't say much on the matter beyond an appreciative sigh. Don't mind him, just laying face first, sprawled on the couch. ]
What do you mean my money's not good for much here? [ He asks, mumbled into the upholstery. ]
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[ Despite his offer, Jaskier doesn't take any more persuading when it comes to staying, instead wandering towards the comfortable looking couch in the next room sliding his lute next to it, and promptly dropping face first into the cushions with a muffled groan. It's a hell of a lot more comfortable than he'd expected, more plush than most the stuff he's used to back home, but he doesn't say much on the matter beyond an appreciative sigh. Don't mind him, just laying face first, sprawled on the couch. ]
What do you mean my money's not good for much here? [ He asks, mumbled into the upholstery. ]