Geralt: What's happening here?
Jaskier: Shhhh. I put some oil on the bottom step to make Lambert slip and fall
Geralt: Ah. So the pranks continue, despite your truce
Jaskier: Of course they do! I'm no wilting flower and Lambert cannot trick me into complacency. Now shush! He's coming!
Lambert, bounding down the stairs, knife in hand, just to slip and stab his thigh: Fucking fuck! My fucking leg! JASKIER!
Jaskier, coming around the corner panicked: Why were you running with a knife?!
Lambert: Why wouldn't I be running with a knife! Fuck. Go get Triss!
Jaskier, starting to shake and stutter in panic: R-right! I'm going!
Lambert, chuckling the second Jaskier's out of sight and pulling the prop knife away from his leg and wiping away the "blood": Heh. The ol' knife trick gets 'em every time
Geralt: You two are horrifying
















