[Jaskier is rarely ever satisfied to remain this still when he's playing, so it's not long after he starts strumming in earnest that he's up out of his seat, wandering the little area that would be considered a stage. It's not his full-on showmanship like it was earlier with the kids, but he's feeling out the space. Jaskier hums to himself in the absence of words.]
On a good night, [he asks over the music,] How many seats would you say?
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On a good night, [he asks over the music,] How many seats would you say?