Jaskier wasn't expecting Midge to go that far, so he can't help but throw his head back and laugh. Meanwhile, Ciri covers her head with her arms.

"I hate you both. I'm never going to Coney Island again."

"Hey now," Jaskier cuts in with a gentle voice. "You can't blame us for that. Who knows what all those tourists do there every year."

Ciri groans in frustration and Jaskier chuckles before he excuses himself - he needs the bathroom. The waitress then returns with the milkshakes and refills Midge's coffee cup. Ciri sips her drink while glancing between Midge and the bathroom doors a few times, getting a bit nervous.

"Can I ask you a question? About--" Her cheeks get red as she makes a gesture to indicate Jaskier's empty seat. She means about sex.