Geralt laughed aloud at Ivory's reply, and the smile that lit his face remained for the rest of the evening. At Lucien's suggestion, he raised his eyebrows and glanced over at the man. He opened his mouth to protest, but couldn't bring himself to do so. He did quite enjoy being the center of attention anyway. 

The Magician rose his glass with the rest and smiled around at everyone, lingering especially on Aurel, before offering his own [color=crimson]"Prost."[/color]

[color=598527]"Cheers."[/color] Illyana joined the group, raising her nearly empty glass of juice and offering a small smile to the table.

[color=00a99d]"Kampai!"[/color] Cora echoed, a little later and louder than the rest, and smashed her glass against Akane's hard enough that a little of her drink dribbled down the side of it and onto her fingers. She didn't seem to notice, or didn't care, because she let her own grin wash over the entirety of the gathering.

After all had sipped from their glasses, Geralt and Cora a little more than the others, they set their glasses down. [color=crimson]"Thank you all, very much,"[/color] Geralt began, [color=crimson]"I feel truly embraced by you, and I cannot wait to see what the future has in store for us."[/color] He glanced around the table, but let his eyes linger on Lucien for a moment.

After a pause, he clapped his hands loudly, [color=crimson]"Well,"[/color] he said, [color=crimson]"I'd say about now is as good a time as any for a game of cards, eh?"[/color] He looked around expectantly, hoping to pass a bit more time before the party ended.