[The coughing alerts the goats, who immediately converge on Jaskier's horse to test-nibble at the stirrups. Sypha, alerted by the bells around their necks, is already pulling the pot off the open flame when a voice calls out.]

Hello! Just a - whoop, there we go - second!

[Her own voice is a little muffled by the scarf, which she tugs down as she rounds the caravan to find:]

Jaskier! Hello, welcome! Can I get you anything? The wine and bread aren't real, but they are customary.