[Claude smiles as soon as he sees Jaskier, striding across the café to settle in across from him at the table. There are many times he's already appreciated the similarities between the two of them and their tastes, and this is yet another instance; on a cold day, Jaskier's curled up indoors somewhere cozy with snacks and a warm drink. Claude couldn't agree more.]

Well, we both know the value of fashion, so how could I be anything but fashionably late? [He winks.] But no, really, I just hadn't expected you and Geralt to arrive so soon after we did. We only got here yesterday! So your message caught me a little off-guard. I was training with Felix, and he's not someone who likes cutting training short.

[He reaches out and filches a macaron, biting into it with a mischievous twinkle in his eye as though he'd stolen it through charm and guile rather than having been openly invited to have one.] Should I accept your thanks from saving you from such a cruel fate as having to eat these alone, or apologize for depriving you of treats?