[ Baffled but charmed, his at-first quizzical expression smoothed out into a smile. ]
A pleasure to meet you, Maia. Your--
[ His expression compressed again, clearly trying to gauge the right honorific; an uptick in the pitch of his voice made the following word a question, ]
Majesty?
[ Geralt is very obviously not familiar with courtly fashion or manners, as much as he's aiming for a relaxed approximation with an earnest effort. ]
I'm Geralt of Rivia.
[ And he wastes a second to be glad that at least here that won't conjure up the less-kind titles he's accrued over many years. Not many people want to share a table with the Butcher of Blaviken. ]
No catch -- that I've experienced yet, anyway. I was a little worried at first that they wouldn't serve non-humans, but then--
[ He lifted both hands to indicate a creature of massive scale, ]
Peeking in, I saw them bringing food to a talking bear. This big! I was half-afraid it would buckle the seat it sat on, just looking at it. Serving girl didn't even bat a lash, as if talking bears were ordinary as rain.
In any case -- there's no catch... per se. But after four meals, I think it might be some kind of local... custom about negotiating arranged marriages.
[ He shrugged, as if to say 'beats me' and gestured to Maia with an open hand. ]
Is there anything in particular you do have a taste for?
ahaha, no worries! mine was much the same because of a massive local holiday!
A pleasure to meet you, Maia. Your--
[ His expression compressed again, clearly trying to gauge the right honorific; an uptick in the pitch of his voice made the following word a question, ]
Majesty?
[ Geralt is very obviously not familiar with courtly fashion or manners, as much as he's aiming for a relaxed approximation with an earnest effort. ]
I'm Geralt of Rivia.
[ And he wastes a second to be glad that at least here that won't conjure up the less-kind titles he's accrued over many years. Not many people want to share a table with the Butcher of Blaviken. ]
No catch -- that I've experienced yet, anyway. I was a little worried at first that they wouldn't serve non-humans, but then--
[ He lifted both hands to indicate a creature of massive scale, ]
Peeking in, I saw them bringing food to a talking bear. This big! I was half-afraid it would buckle the seat it sat on, just looking at it. Serving girl didn't even bat a lash, as if talking bears were ordinary as rain.
In any case -- there's no catch... per se. But after four meals, I think it might be some kind of local... custom about negotiating arranged marriages.
[ He shrugged, as if to say 'beats me' and gestured to Maia with an open hand. ]
Is there anything in particular you do have a taste for?