The Marci Rating System

I've thought about this fic several times recently, with the idle notion of searching it up in my bookmarks (unlikely to work, but probably would have turned up several other mostly-forgotten gems). And then, lo! It showed up in The Rec Center #506! What luck!

The god of scraped knees, by spqr

Jaskier tries to stop listening, tries to look as innocuously, condemnably human as possible while he puts a leg up on a log and starts to strum for the jolly campers. But he still hears Geralt, almost amused, “Who, Jaskier? He’s as normal as they come.”