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“Oh don’t look at me like that. Let me sneak it in before he comes back." Roach huffs, apple crunching between her teeth as Jaskier fiddles with the saddlebags. He flips one open, easing the bag of orange-flavored citrus candy between Geralt’s bestiary and bandages. "I’ll have you know that he’s very cute when he looks all pleased with a sweetie in his mouth, and his eyes grow all soft and–” Roach snorts stepping away from him and Jaskier takes it as his cue to fuck off.
For which, he has certainly come prepared. He slips a sticky handkerchief out of his pocket, sugar cubes wrapped with in it and the sweet scent of melting sugar, the mare’s head perks up. “Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, holding one out to her, “this is just so you won’t make a fuss and tattle on me– there’s a good horsie.” Her tail flicks at him, and Jaskier rolls his eyes before holding out another sugar cube.
At the edge of the camp, Geralt watches on with great amusement (and very much looks forward to snacking on those sweeties indeed).