[Oh, by Melitele's sweet, perky little tits, he had been hoping -- and what with all that'd been happening, quite distracted from being so -- he would not be in this position again. All the secrecy and the forbidden knowledge and the this and that. He was quite tired of it already. He had once lived for the world's mysteries, been fascinated with all the corners of the spheres (metaphorically speaking, of course; everyone knows spheres are round), and now Jaskier found himself wanting what,, he had learned, was called a "vacation."

As if living on the Continent was a day job. Er. Perhaps in some ways, it was.

He stirs the pot of heated chocolate and milk, breathing in its sweet scent.]

I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. [He pours the heated drink into two mugs, rather carefully, which rattle together as he lays them at the table.] Even if I feel like my fucking head will erupt from it all. I -- to start, do you even know of any shapeshifters who can stop time? Walk across spheres? Is that even possible?

[Possibly stupid question, considering where they are right now.] She wasn't a dopple, I'm quite sure of that. I've never met a dopple with a right hook that painful.