A smile crosses Midge’s face at Jaskier’s description of her as a swan. “I think that’s fitting. Also when I sing, it sounds like a honking noise.”

She slips her hand in his as they walk down the stairs outside. “Quite true, my poisonous bard.”

Midge turns to Ciri. “There’s a good diner near here, where you can eat dessert for lunch if you want.” Depends on how Jaskier feels about that, but he strikes Midge as the type that wouldn’t care if Ciri had pie for lunch every once in a while.