[Jaskier returns the kiss as its lightly pressed to his lips, but allows Dylan to slip away back to his bed with a smile. Balls of infinite possibilities isn't exactly how Jaskier would be likely to put it—he absolutely would probably find something a bit more flowery than that—but it's apt all the same. Certainly not a perspective that Jaskier finds himself disagreeing with, in any case. And... Well, after months of being surrounded by people who only ever see the negative, who assume that any holding onto hope is born of naivety and foolishness? It's a breath of fresh air. As Dylan remains so consistently to be for Jaskier.]

[Once Dylan is settled, Jaskier takes up the space offered to him, nestling in close to him.]

You're not the first to say as much to me. And I can't exactly say I fault you for assuming I wouldn't. I am world-renowned where I'm from and so, it's assumed I would only sing of greatness, be it people or deeds. [After all, taking a monster who hunts monsters and making him now into one of the greatest heroes of the Continent? It's ambitious to say the very least. It would be easy to assume Jaskier would be bored by more mundane matters except there's one flaw with that assumption.] But how quickly everyone forgets that while true I sing of greatness, I find greatness everywhere in the world around me.

[Nothing is truly mundane when one always looks at the world with wonder in their eyes.]