What do you know about it? You don't give a shit about anything, as you keep reminding everyone as loud as fucking possible.

[ Only slightly cranky. Yeah, yeah, he holds his cup out. It's fine. ]

I've made two wishes on a djin. But all anyone remembers the last one. [ Two is worlds more than most; the concept of wishing thus holds a different weight for Geralt. ]

The first one was for Dandelion. And the last was for Yen. [ He takes a drink. ] I'm done with wishes.