Midge pulls a pair of sunglasses out of her purse and reminds herself not to stay here for too long. She doesn’t have a hat, and doesn’t want to get sunburnt.

“A picnic is a great idea,” she says, “as is you feeding me pie.”

Midge turns to Ciri. “One day you’ll love someone so much that eating pie out of their hands won’t seem gross.”

After settling back down against Jaskier’s shoulder, she points to a white building all the way at the end of the block.

“That’s my apartment building.”