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modranicht.

[tryhard]

Hey, Geralt. Are you home?

[niespodzianka]

I am
you ok?

[tryhard]

I'm perfectly fine.

I have something for you. I just wanted to drop it off.

[niespodzianka]

Alright

[ The chattiest!! ]

action.

[tryhard]

[ this is fine, waver's used to it. he doesn't even bother replying.

Knock knock on Geralt's door after some time. Here is Waver! He's bundled up against the cold and holding a large paper bag. ]

[niespodzianka]

[ Hello Waver, here is Geralt! Opening the door. Behold, medieval equivalent of luxury lounge-wear. (It's just a robe.)

If only he could make a doggy bag joke. But he can't, so he just beckons Waver inside, where it's warm from a fire. The magitech may not be cooperating, but who needs it? Not this bitch. ]

What's this about? [ Faintly curious. ]

[tryhard]

Hello.

[ Waver smiles when the door opens, cheeks and nose pink from the cold, and hurries inside when invited. His ears twitch, and he looks a little embarrassed. ]

Oh, er...

[ Waver thrusts the bag out at Geralt. It's a bit heavy. ]

I just wanted to give you this. As... thanks. And for the holiday.

[ When Geralt opens it, he'll find a bottle of red wine inside, a ribbon tied neatly around the neck. It comes with a wrought-metal bottle stopper in a small box of its own. ]