Jaskier rolls his eyes and lets his arm drop from the booth to Midge's shoulders to bring her closer - just a little snuggling won't hurt anyone. See, nothing dirty that would make Ciri uncomfortable.

Ciri thinks for a second, trying to remember all the new things she's learned. "We've gone to the movies. And the-- diners? With the milkshakes. Sometimes they play music and we dance. Oh! There's the bowling! I'm good at that one," she says proudly. "I bet I'd be good at sports, too, but the boys don't like it when the girls try to play."

Jaskier snorts. "They don't want you to beat them. Fucking fragile egos."