Jaskier follows the line of logic about making sure whatever horse Jaskier ends up with isn't particularly hungry to its natural conclusion, but to his credit, he doesn't pull a face at the thought of having to feed it. There are no guarantees he won't when the time comes to feed the thing, but at least for now, he keeps his composure.

"So, least hungry and the least ugly then..." The former more pragmatic while the latter is some fantastical dream that he might like the beast to some extent. Jaskier walks past Geralt down the aisle of stalls, peering into those that are still occupied from what he considers to be a safe distance. He only gets a few stalls down before he calls back to Geralt with a mild amount of optimism given that none of the horses don't pay Jaskier much mind, "I think the first bit's going to be easier."

Of course, Jaskier ends up speaking a little too easy. The next stall he comes across, the hell horse inside takes it upon himself to kick violently at the door when Jaskier starts to walk near it. Jaskier nearly jumps out of his skin, quickly turning back around and getting a few steps further away. Jaskier bends over for just a second to try and catch his breath after that mild heart attack before straightening back out. With one hand on his hip, he gestures with his other hand over his shoulder.

"Not that one."