Nina wrinkled her nose and eyed the pot in question dubiously. She sort of wanted to peek into it now but she would endeavor to leave it alone. The last thing she needed was her face burned by fumes or something.

"No, not right now anyway. Ask me again later. Go get changed, Geralt... or at least get out of the wet clothes."

Once the wine was on the stove, Nina tried to push and cajole Geralt out of the kitchen and toward the bedroom. "If you get sick or something on my watch I'll never live it down."