“Sure,” Midge says, “you can come look at my stuff sometime. I chose the panther because it’s wild and sassy and underestimated at your peril. Like me.”

The explanation of Ciri’s name makes sense with her choice. Close enough.

“A peacock for you is obvious,” Midge tells Jaskier. “I debated getting that one, so I might borrow it. I guess you didn’t want to get a flower, Mr. Buttercup?”

She hasn’t forgotten that’s the meaning of his name.