“I want the shaky chair.” Ciri informs Geralt as they tuck her in for sleep.
“The what?” Jaskier asks, a little confused. But Ciri is not looking at him, she is looking at a very embarrassed looking Geralt.
“Pleeeeaaaseee?” She begs, eyes round and big and very, very effective. They are but putty in her little hands.
“Alright.” Geralt gives in, and Jaskier has no idea what is going on. Until Geralt climbs into bed with her, making himself comfortable as she curls up against his chest.
And starts to purr.
Jaskier doesn’t even hesitate.
“Got room for one more?”