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“Remind me why we’ve come here again,” Geralt sighed. The wedding fair was busier than he liked, bustling stalls bedecked with white garlands and false cheer.
"Because someone gave me tickets to this as payment for services rendered," Yennefer replied. "And I'm not going to be able to get thirty ducats worth of free samples by myself."
Jaskier grinned as he peered around the room, which was usually a bad sign. Geralt grimaced.
"There's an open bar," Yennefer assured him.
"...Where?" Geralt asked.
Yennefer's mouth tightened as she cast her eyes across the maze of kiosks. "...Somewhere."
“I think we should... look around first,” Jaskier said carefully, trying to seem less excited than Geralt could clearly see that he was. “I’m sure they have… other free things.”
Geralt snorted. "I thought you'd be more jaded about weddings, all things considered. How many marriages have you ruined, Jaskier?"
Jaskier crossed his arms defensively. "Well, that's a marriage , not a wedding."
"I've ruined a couple of weddings, actually," Yennefer noted, sounding oddly pleased.
"Now, I have played at a lot of awful weddings," Jaskier conceded. "But the romance, Geralt. The drama, the stories. And it would be different if it was mine, anyway."
"I think that stall is giving away tiny bottles of prosecco," Yennefer said, pointing.
“…Fine,” Geralt replied. "We'll look around."
Jaskier’s expression brightened immediately, and he playfully grabbed at Geralt’s wrist.
“Well, come on then,” he said, smiling broadly.
Yennefer snorted, but Geralt could tell there was some mild affection behind the roll of her eyes. He took a reluctant step forward, and let himself be led towards the wine.
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“So, have you decided on a venue yet?” a cheery woman asked.
Jaskier could feel Geralt’s grimace curdling the air behind him as he plucked a brochure from the stall.
“I’m not getting married,” Geralt replied.
Wide green gardens, rooms for the couple and their guests in the royal wing… and no in-house band. Jaskier smiled as he pocketed the brochure. Sure, he hadn’t paid to be here like the musicians he had so far managed to steer Geralt and Yennefer away from, but perhaps he’d be able to pick up some work while he was here.
“This isn’t going to work,” Yennefer said, her fingers grasping Jaskier’s upper arm. “They… don’t have my date.”
Jaskier and Geralt glanced at Yennefer as she steered them both away.
“What was that about?” Geralt asked.
Yennefer pursed her lips. “Listen, you know I don’t normally sell poisons.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” Jaskier replied.
“But, well, let’s just say I needed the money and that I wouldn’t recommend drinking anything made at the castle vineyard and leave it at that, shall we?”