Joker might be snorting in his drink at the idea, but Lambert appears to be seriously mulling the thought over.

"There's an idea. Give me the right frock and I think I could pull it off," he declares. Is he joking, or isn't he? They'll have to wait until another drunken misadventure to find out. "If I had been a girl, I would have gotten away with more. Ciri did."

Now there's a name he hasn't thought of in a while. Ciri wasn't a proper witcher, of course -- more like Geralt's adopted daughter, and Lambert her trouble-making uncle -- but the couple of years she'd spent there had certainly made an impression. It wasn't often little girls ended up in Kaer Morhen, and it really wasn't the place for one with more magical ability than any witcher would ever have. He wonders, briefly, if Geralt's found her by now, then shrugs it off.

"Only thing being poor ever got me was 'miserable and starving,' so it sounds like you were luckier."