"Yes, you, sir. Saints, Geralt," she laughed, trying to stay out of his grip as she filled a picnic basket. She'd found it in a thrift shop and it was about time she got some use out of it.

"We'll never get out of here if you keep this up."

She danced out of reach and passed him a bottle of wine; Nina didn't sound remotely put off by the idea, and the grin on her face betrayed her delight.

When she was satisfied that she had enough snacks to tide them both over, and enough alcohol, she pushed Geralt back towards the front door. And she kissed him again, smiling against his mouth. "Come on, up to the roof with us."