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A deafening shrill welcomed Geralt home. He quickly fumbled his key out of his jacket pocket and unlocked the appartement door. A wall of smoke met him, through a blue haze he guessed frantic movements in the kitchen.
"Shit, Shit, SHIT!!!" he heard Jaskier's cursing mixed with metallic clatter.
Geralt hurried down the hall, past the kitchen and tore open all the windows in the flat. Then he fetched the broom, which was always handy for this very reason, and deactivated the smoke detector on the ceiling. He then went to the kitchen to find out which meal had had the misfortune this time to get into Jaskier's fingers, which were untalented in this respect.
"What are you doing? Are you okay?" he asked his boyfriend, who had already opened the window here and was waving a towel in an attempt to clear the smoke.
"What does it look like?" he asked back irritably.
Geralt looked at the black puny remnant of something and decided he'd rather not answer.
"That should be the starter for tonight. Puff pastry filled with chard and shepherd's cheese," Jaskier sighed. With a wooden spoon, he poked a charred mound of pastry. It crumbled completely while the bottom stuck stubbornly to the tray.
"Appetiser? So, you have several courses planned?" asked Geralt incredulously, looking around unobtrusively at what accidents he could still find in the kitchen.
"You don't have to look around so condescendingly. I haven't cooked anything else yet," Jaskier grumbled at his boyfriend, who at least had the decency to look embarrassed in response.
They were both silent for a moment. Then Geralt decided to change the subject, or at least distract Jaskier from the topic at hand. "Jas, I'm glad you want to cook so elaborately, but why do it at all?"
Jaskier just looked at him, then waved a hand dismissively as he began scraping the accident off the tray. "Today your brothers want to come over," was his only explanation.
As he just continued to work on the tray in silence, Geralt leaned forward, further into Jaskier's field of vision.
"Well?"
The wooden spoon fell clattering onto the platter in front of him and extremely dramatically Jaskier spread his arms, only to raise them to his hips indignantly a moment later.
"Well, I want to make a good impression. What with it being the first meeting and all. Really, Geralt, sometimes you're really short of a marble!"
The puzzled expression drained from Geralt's face and was replaced by a warm smile. He came around the table and put his hands on Jaskier's shoulders. Then he let them slide down his arms and gently squeezed the other's hands.
"Hey, don't stress about it. Lambert mindlessly stuffs his face with everything you put in front of him anyway. Has so much to do with cracking jokes that only he thinks are funny." Jaskier snorted and relaxed a little. He put his arms around Geralt's neck, his boyfriend's hands remaining on his hips, stroking him lightly. "And Eskel is too polite for his own good. We could serve him pasta with ketchup and he'd claim he'd never eaten anything better."
"Really?" Jaskier chewed doubtfully on his lower lip. "Let's say... delivered food would be all right?"
Geralt pulled him closer and kissed him once on the lips. "Yes, really. Pizza and beer are fine for these two blockheads." He pushed a strand of hair out of Jaskier's forehead. "Besides, it's about just spending the evening together comfortably. They'll like you, don't worry."
"All right. But I'm warning you, Mr. Rivia, if they even begin to complain..." he playfully threatened his boyfriend with a raised index finger.
Geralt just laughed and pulled Jaskier into a proper hug. "Then I'll take it all on myself. I promise."
They sealed their deal with a heartfelt kiss and lingered in their embrace.