(Geralt is having a conversation with Yennefer. Ciri and Jaskier are watching them, imagining what they're could be saying...)
Jaskier (as Yen): "Oh! What the hell were you thinking, fighting monsters?"
Ciri: That's not what she's saying.
Jaskier: Now, that is the role of poetry, Ciri. To say what others cannot utter. (as Geralt): "Oh, you fed her to the magical lion's den. I trusted you."
Ciri: You're just making this all up.
Jaskier: Meh. That's also the role of poetry. (as Yen): "At least she was in disguise there. Not clanging stupid swords when I told her not to draw attention to herself."
Ciri (as Geralt): "Funny, I wonder how she learned such complete and utter disregard for authority."
Jaskier: That was a good one. (as Yen): "You're unbelievable!"
Ciri (as Geralt): "You're delusional!"
Jaskier (as Yen): "I forgive you for your various foolish words and deeds. Your lack of faith and hope. For your obstinacy. Doggedness. For your sulking and posing, which are unworthy of a man."
Ciri (as Geralt): "I forgive you for being a wily witch who rarely listens and even more rarely admits to being wrong. Who is stubborn, and stuck-up, and self-righteous. Let's never do that again."
(Geralt and Yennefer start kissing...)
Jaskier (as Yen): "Mmm. Oh. Oh! Oh yes, take me." (as Geralt): "Do that thing with the tongue that I like." (as Yen): "Oh, you mean this? Bleugh, bleugh!" (as Geralt): "Oh yeah, that's the stuff. Is there a unicorn nearby, by any chance? Oh!"
(to Ciri): Come on, you deviant.
