"I refuse to believe this Gregory bloke is more handsome than I," he teases, although his ego is a tiny bit annoyed.
The way she explains her logic makes Jaskier realize she may be guarding herself and her reputation - mayhaps someone in her family may be the kind to think that women are sluts for seeking men's attention. Gods forbid women behave the same as men.
The thought makes him angry, but he keeps it bottled and kisses Midge to both reassure her and distract himself. "You make very good points. Alright, my lady, we shall say I saw your show and approached you backstage. And I can still blow anything up your ass, you just have to ask." Wink~
“We’ll have to watch Roman Holiday and then see what you think,” Midge replies.
Even Midge isn’t immune to the prevailing thoughts of the day. Jaskier has done a lot to help make her feel comfortable with her desire for sex, but she knows there are some people who would openly judge her for it. She justifies it with the fact that she’s divorced. If she and Jaskier had their type of relationship before she was married, Midge would have been much more worried about what people thought.
Jaskier laughs pretty hard at the connection she makes. "Another wonderful idea."
After kissing her cheek, he finally leaves the bed and stretches his body before getting them robes. As much as he enjoys the sight of her in his shirt, eating naked isn't wise. Been there, done that - crumbs getting caught on his chest hair aren't fun.
When they return to the kitchen, they're reminded of the mess they made - well, that mostly Jaskier made. Since Midge chose the main dish, he tells her to get it ready while he cleans up. And by cleaning up, he means picking up the bowl, the fruit, and the syrup bottle. The chocolate drops and the melted ice are quickly wiped off just to avoid slipping again; any stains are ignored.
"Well then," he says while opening the bottle of wine as he sits at the table. "What are we having? Teach me, darling."
While Jaskier tidies up, Midge gets out the to-go boxes and moves the food to plates for the two of them. That’s a little bit nicer than eating out of a paper box. She puts one of the plates down on the table in front of Jaskier.
“A reuben sandwich, some cole slaw, and a pickle,” Midge tells him. “A reuben is corned beef, Swiss cheese, sauerkraut and Thousand Island dressing on rye bread. Ironic that it’s a staple in Jewish delis when it’s not Kosher.”
Once Midge is sitting as well, Jaskier makes sure to bring their chairs as close as possible and kisses her cheek. The mention of the irony makes him laugh pretty hard.
"The foundation of every religion is to be as hypocritical as possible." He keeps his tone light, hoping she doesn't mind - she said earlier he can make fun of this a little too. It's a touchy subject and he won't push it, but he thinks he can get away with this at least.
He fills up both their glasses with wine and raises his for a toast. "To love and romance."
“You’re not necessarily wrong about that,” Midge says. She doesn’t mind making fun of religion, but it’s a fine line. Jaskier’s hatred for organized religion sometimes makes the jokes come off as mean-spirited.
She clinks her wine glass against his. “To love and romance.” After sipping the wine, she puts the glass back on the table. “Speaking of, when are you gonna take me out and show me off, now that we’re officially a couple?”
"Whenever you want," he responds after sipping his wine too. "We had many an idea to hang out, did we not? We just have to make them dates. Museums, movies, musicals... I'm open, darling. As long as I'm not on a hunt and you don't have the kids, I want us to have fun."
He's an extrovert who doesn't like staying in his room for long. He'd take her out every day if he could.
Taking a bite of his sandwich has him making a long yummy noise. "This is great."
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The way she explains her logic makes Jaskier realize she may be guarding herself and her reputation - mayhaps someone in her family may be the kind to think that women are sluts for seeking men's attention. Gods forbid women behave the same as men.
The thought makes him angry, but he keeps it bottled and kisses Midge to both reassure her and distract himself. "You make very good points. Alright, my lady, we shall say I saw your show and approached you backstage. And I can still blow anything up your ass, you just have to ask." Wink~
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Even Midge isn’t immune to the prevailing thoughts of the day. Jaskier has done a lot to help make her feel comfortable with her desire for sex, but she knows there are some people who would openly judge her for it. She justifies it with the fact that she’s divorced. If she and Jaskier had their type of relationship before she was married, Midge would have been much more worried about what people thought.
“On that note, are you ready to eat?” She asks.
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After kissing her cheek, he finally leaves the bed and stretches his body before getting them robes. As much as he enjoys the sight of her in his shirt, eating naked isn't wise. Been there, done that - crumbs getting caught on his chest hair aren't fun.
When they return to the kitchen, they're reminded of the mess they made - well, that mostly Jaskier made. Since Midge chose the main dish, he tells her to get it ready while he cleans up. And by cleaning up, he means picking up the bowl, the fruit, and the syrup bottle. The chocolate drops and the melted ice are quickly wiped off just to avoid slipping again; any stains are ignored.
"Well then," he says while opening the bottle of wine as he sits at the table. "What are we having? Teach me, darling."
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“A reuben sandwich, some cole slaw, and a pickle,” Midge tells him. “A reuben is corned beef, Swiss cheese, sauerkraut and Thousand Island dressing on rye bread. Ironic that it’s a staple in Jewish delis when it’s not Kosher.”
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"The foundation of every religion is to be as hypocritical as possible." He keeps his tone light, hoping she doesn't mind - she said earlier he can make fun of this a little too. It's a touchy subject and he won't push it, but he thinks he can get away with this at least.
He fills up both their glasses with wine and raises his for a toast. "To love and romance."
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She clinks her wine glass against his. “To love and romance.” After sipping the wine, she puts the glass back on the table. “Speaking of, when are you gonna take me out and show me off, now that we’re officially a couple?”
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He's an extrovert who doesn't like staying in his room for long. He'd take her out every day if he could.
Taking a bite of his sandwich has him making a long yummy noise. "This is great."