[Jaskier likes big words and long speeches, but he can't help snorting in his drink at Claude's explanation on the ways to be imperfect.]

Relative, he calls it! [He shakes his head.] I don't know about in general, but I do believe it's safe to say you shouldn't cook without supervision again, my friend.

[Just. Saying.

Another little snort escapes him then, but this one is more amused and teasing than outright disbelieving.] Oh, we both know how much you do enjoy steering me wrong, dear. [Wink~] But alright, I concede - let's try this rice of yours.

[Jaskier approaches the plate of curry, causing Regina to cover her eyes with her wing at the mere sight of it. Trainer, why! He won't be sharing with her then, he guesses. And while Jaskier's said he would accept Claude's word and try the rice, he is still a little skeptical, so he only picks a die-sized portion with his spoon. Into his mouth it goes and--]

It's... rice. [Jaskier shrugs.] It's not rotting my teeth, I'll give it that. [Yep, still teasing. Sorry not sorry, Claude.]