Come rest for the winter

“Wow,” Priscilla drawls from her perch on the bottom of Jaskier’s bed. “You’re spending Midwinter with the sugar daddies. It’s getting serious.”

Jaskier raises his head from where he’s searching under his bed for his favorite sweatshirt to glare at her. “You need to stop calling them that.”

“I don’t think I do,” she says. “Since they are, in fact, your sugar daddies.”

“If they are, they’re quite bad at it. They gave me socks and a gift card for my birthday.”

Priscilla shakes her head mournfully. “They just don’t make sugar daddies like they used to.”

To help Jaskier combat a bad case of writer's block, Geralt and Yennefer invite him to celebrate Midwinter with their family at Kaer Morhen. But between making Midwinter ornaments, learning how to hold a sword, and tagging along on forktail hunts, Jaskier starts to realize something about his feelings for his two dearest friends.