Nina rolled her eyes and gave Geralt a light push, but there wasn't much fire behind it. She wasn't angry, there was no cause for it. Yenn - whoever, whatever she was - was a world away, and Geralt did not need Nina to worry about him.

Not as far as all that, anyway.

She took her hair down from the twisted bun she had put it in while she worked and watched him take plates down. Subject changed, but not forgotten.

"You know me, I always have something around for dessert. That last appointment took longer than I wanted it to, he's a talker. I didn't get to bake like I planned to."

While Geralt set down bowls, Nina found spoons, forks, whatever they'd need to serve themselves and eat.