Both Ciri and Jaskier laugh at her description. "Not bad, but I see you more like a swan. Elegant, beautiful, and people don't expect her to bite, but she does. Fiercely." Once he has his bag, he puts his free arm around her and kisses her cheek. "We could've been three birds."

As they make their way outside, Jaskier chuckles at the nickname. "There were many flowers, and those brooches were pretty as well - but none of those flowers held the meaning that buttercups do."

Ciri is looking around at all the businesses that surround them. "Should we get dessert?"