Lots of portraits of nobles where she comes from. That tracks. “They’re thought-provoking, at least. Some people think that’s what art is supposed to be. Art means different things to different people.”

Midge giggles as Jaskier runs after them, trying not to be too loud in the quiet museum. Patrons are already starting to look at them. She can’t help but squeal when he grabs her, then cry out when they fall down.

“Stop!” She laughs. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

Sure enough, a security guard is already approaching them.