[He grins.] I'm absolutely honored to be your first. [He doesn't bring up that most people seem to be either fairly perplexed by the idea of a bard, or simply ignorant to their existence. And that's even considering Aefenglom has a few of its own, non-Mirrorbound bards! (Jaskier has not, and will not, consider the idea the career perhaps becomes extinct in the future.)

He takes another swig. Ah. Good company, good drink. This is quite a night.]

I would not be caught dead in a bog, trust me. [Well. Except when he was following Geralt into one. Which was decidedly unsexy to talk about right now, especially with a woman in wedding attire. You know, he was beginning to wonder if there was, actually, a runaway groom involved here.]

He doesn't miss the look. And if his doublet only opens a bit more, then it's probably not an accident, displaying curly tufts of hair across his chest.] I'm only admitting it because we are becoming close confidants, but, er. Yes. I did set a bit of forest on fire. I really don't recommend jumping head-first into that sort of spell. [So he switched to something less... decidedly lethal.] And you? I don't see any soot marks anywhere.