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A/N: Lambert’s used to the new routines of mornings at Kaer Morhen since every witcher on the Continent moved in; breakfast time is no exception. Warnings: none, pure fluff and cute-agen.
Mornings in Kaer Morhen followed a similar pattern every day. The Griffins were early birds (“Lambert, in terms of humour, that is low hanging fruit”) and rose even before the sun had shaken off its eye mask. They liked to get in some Sign practice before breakfast; the crack of Aard as it whipped repeatedly through the frigid winter air had become Lambert’s rooster call.
He kicked Aiden out of bed with a soft groan of effort and then fell out the other side. A hand swept over his beard as he looked into the cracked mirror above the wash basin, and he decided against the extra effort of a prune that morning. When he looked back, Aiden had already gone, the door hanging open. Because the morning equalled food and holy fuck were the Cats ravenous bastards.
When Lambert arrived in the kitchen, it’s already brimming with Witchers. Even though the majority of the schools waited patiently in the dining hall, jostling each other for space on the long lines of narrow benches, the Cats just didn’t have it in them to wait. At first, Vesemir periodically lost his temper, thwapping stray hands with his wooden spoon and cuffing any head that leaned in too close to his pastries. However, now he was just resigned to the constant brush of bodies against him as he worked with Guxart and Keldar to feed their small army of hungry mouths. Sometimes the others chipped in to help, but the three older members of the new Order liked to carve out their own niche of usefulness.
Guxart was an artisan at corralling the members of his school while remaining completely focused on his task. He shifted Gaetan away from the bacon without breaking stride, placing a hand over his face and nudging him until he retreated. He lifted Aiden off the side where he’d perched near the pastries and fluttered his fingers at Kirah as she nosed a little too close to the freshly risen bread. Kiyan managed to steal himself a pitcher of orange juice just as Vesemir nearly tripped over Dragonfly; she was crouched expectantly by the griddle pan, nostrils flaring at the smell of cooking fat. Lambert plucked the juice from Kiyan’s hands on the way past.
Lambert placed the jug down in the middle of the workspace and grabbed Aiden by the waist to stop him pawing at Guxart’s elbow. The Grandmaster of the Cat School was busy placing fruit into a large bowl. “Need any help?”
“No, we’ve got it covered,” Guxart murmured, stepping over Cedric without even looking down at him. “If you could scruff Gaetan and Aiden, take them to the dining hall, that would be useful. They keep jumping onto the surfaces.”
“Gotcha,” Lambert snagged the two aforementioned men; Aiden by the wrist, Gaetan by the waist and herded them towards the door. As he glanced over his shoulder, he saw Guxart nudge against Vesemir’s shoulder with an inquisitive rumble. He was rewarded with a small sliver of bacon and Lambert could practically feel his purr of triumph as he lorded it over his kits. There were audible grumbles of “favouritism”.
The food didn’t take long to reach the grand hall. The School of the Wolf waited patiently – obediently – at the end of the table, but Eskel always bounced a little in his seat when the bacon arrived, with Geralt quick to scoop up the pot of honey for his porridge. Lambert sat in their midst, watching the Bears shove fruit and steamed fish in their mouths, the Cats occasionally carry food away from the table to eat it elsewhere—he had no fucking idea why they did that—and the Griffins peck at fruit and bread. Eskel leaned in close. “Alright?”
“Yeah, fine, just thinkin’ how fucking batshit crazy it is to have everyone in one place,” Lambert replied.
“Hm,” Eskel hummed thoughtfully, but his eyes were on Lambert’s plate, “you, uh… gonna’ eat that?” He indicated the bacon and Lambert rolled his eyes as he shoved it over. It was gone in seconds.
The real reason jaskier follows Geralt all over the continent?
Geralt has claws instead of normal human fingernails
Perfect for scratching jaskiers back, especially when he's wearing something frilly. Geralt did it once as a favor and jaskier could swear he saw heaven.
Geralt finds the noises jaskier makes to be hilarious, along with his blissed out expression
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