She squeals again and laughs, throwing her arms around Jaskier and trying to pull him to her in order to stop the ticking. Midge presses her lips to his and the rest of his face.

Once he’s distracted by enough kisses that he stops ticking her, Midge gently pulls away so that she can answer Ciri.

“So, sadly, we’ll never be anything but plain boring humans?” She’s okay with that.