"Suggesting we go kill a nest of them right now, for money. You don't want to take that mood home."

Geralt nodded Bull up after him. The nest was nearby, at the top of the hill overlooking the farmland and briar fields. It would be a pretty spot, actually, once the nest was burnt.

"Not chicken are you?"

The witcher doubled down on his deadpan.

"Bawk bawk."