[ There's a low rumbling sound like a giant cat purring, only it sounds more like it's about to pounce and attack then roll over for a belly scratch. The sound in question was coming from the Witcher. A deep, gruff grumble, one Jaskier should be used to hearing by now, seeing as he was one of the main reasons for it. It was a sort of pre-annoyance at the Bard, seeing as Geralt had just seen him eating that sausage with his hands, hands that he was now wrapping around him and patting his arms down with. ]

Thanks, bunches.

[He grumbled out sarcastically, ever so slightly shaking his head as he considered the other man for a long moment, just looking over his stupidly excited face. It was hard not to smile at him, but Geralt didn't do too much smiling at the best of times, so he manages with just a flash of a quirk of his lips. Raising a hand to clap the Bard (a little roughly) on his shoulder before pushing them aside and walking past them. ]

No. It's just us as far as I can tell.

[ Now it was the Witcher looking past the Bard in search of the girls. They had been with them not long before he was pulled through the door, so why weren't they here now? ]

Could be a trap. It'd be wise not to eat anything. In case it's positioned.

[ Glancing back at his friend, then to the discarded sausage near him with that look he so often gives the Bard. ]