[ Reynir laughs at the teasing joke, bright and genuine, nodding his head. ]

Okay, yeah... good point. But what if you needed something in here?

[ He taps on the unlabeled wooden crate that he is sitting cross-legged on top of. Jaskier certainly doesn't look like Reynir's idea of what a sailor would look like, but then again, he's learned he can't trust that sort of instinct in this place. Everyone dresses so strangely and comes from worlds that bear little resemblance to his own. ]

Oh! It's a recorder. I've only just started to learn.

[ As if that wasn't painfully obvious, already.

But Reynir spots the case slung over Jaskier's back, and his attention is immediately fixed. He tries to identify what might be in it from the shape of the case, but it doesn't look like anything he'd seen at Elliot's. ]

What kind of instrument is that?

[ Then, it sinks in what Jaskier had said, and what the tone implies, and Reynir gives a nervous laugh, asking: ]

Oh no, you aren't a professional musician, are you? And you just heard me...?