( A bard, is he? Well, that certainly explains the instrument at his feet, and Nico laughs easily as she tosses the little bouquet of flowers onto the bar. )

Well whaddya know, you're my first bard. I mean, I knew a few guys back home who were doin' the whole "I'm in a band" thing, but ...

( Aefenglom is different, and she's pretty sure that Jaskier is different too. She can't help but snort at his dismissive comment on what he imagines "real" magic-users get up to in their free time. She has no problems with the potions part — not even back home, although she would have called her work "science" as opposed to "magic" — but the bog? )

I guess we're gonna be bucking the trend then, huh? You don't look like the bog type.

( She gives him a pointed once-over: his doublet is loosened in a roguish manner, yes, but his outfit is still clearly a well-tailored ensemble. Jaskier has a distinctly more people-friendly vibe than the common or garden bog witch. )

How're you findin' it anyway? The magic, I mean. Set anythin' on fire yet?