Midge is thinking about her answer when Jaskier starts to react to her wearing his shirt. It’s open in the front, and she turns around so that he can enjoy it from that side.

Then he’s slipping on an orange like he’s in a cartoon.

It’s funny, him laying there on the kitchen floor with his cock sticking up in the air, but he might have seriously hurt himself. Midge leans over him and offers her hand.

“Shit, are you okay?”