“Why resist?” She asks with a grin. Once the towel is on, Midge is more comfortable with having him hold her. She hums in delight when his arms wrap around her waist. “I missed you.”
She’s eager as always, possibly even more eager now that they’re official. Midge kisses him more deeply, her fingers sifting through his wet hair. Jaskier’s right that her reaction to him might help explain some things to his family.
Well, if she's up for hugging even while he's still kinda wet, who is he to complain? Jaskier wraps his arms around her tightly and hums into the kiss, making their tongues touch as they let it deepen.
As Jaskier tries to say I miss you too, Ciri's gross! can be heard through the window.
"Change of plans: we're abandoning her here with her parents," he jokes as he guides Midge inside with an arm still wrapped around her waist.
“Be glad she still finds kissing gross,” Midge says. “Or maybe it’s just us kissing that she finds gross. Wait until she discovers boys.” A beat. “Or girls, I guess.” Considering Jaskier’s very liberal attitude, that’s always a possibility.
Inside, Midge releases him. “I’ll start prepping the meal while you get cleaned up. Anything in the kitchen that I need to be wary of?”
Apparently all the plants in the garden are poisonous, so there’s no telling what’s in the kitchen.
"I do think she has a problem with watching her relatives and not kissing in general." He chuckles. "I'm so proud of you for that correction."
Jaskier takes her to the kitchen, where Geralt is already cleaned and dressed. He's brought in all the things Midge bought, too, and spread them on the counter to examine them. It's he who answers her question.
"Kitchen is clean. The whole house is - the only places you must stay away from are the lab, and half the plants in the garden." Oh, look, not every plant will kill them. What a miracle.
Jaskier smiles like an idiot, happy to see Geralt engage in conversation, even if it's just duty talk. He kisses Midge's cheek before letting go. "I'll be right back, love." He turns to Geralt. "Be nice and at least try not to scare her, would you?"
"Mmh."
After Jaskier disappears, Geralt looks at Midge with those intense yellow eyes.
"Hello," he finally says after a pause. A little late, but she arrived at the wrong moment (damn you, Yen) and he's supposed to prove he has manners. "Would you show me?" He indicates the ingredients - he wants to learn!
“Only half?” Midge replies. “That’s a fun Russian Roulette.”
The mood is a bit awkward when Jaskier leaves. Her last interaction with Geralt, before hosing him down that morning, had been running into him outside the club with a drunk Jaskier over her shoulder. That was when she’d accused Jaskier of only wanting her for sex. Jaskier has forgiven her, but the larger man is harder to read.
It’s a surprise when he ask about the ingredients. Most men don’t care about cooking. “Sure,” she replies. “Can you get some knives and a peeler, if you have one, while I wash my hands?”
Geralt happens to be the main cook in this house - Yennefer can't cook for shit, and Jaskier knows the basics. He's been trying to teach Ciri, but it's not like he knows a lot, either. Witchers consume very rustic meals - abundant, but sticking to the basics. Grilled meat, boiled vegetables. Condiments aren't a good friend of sensitive tongues.
And now that they've become very domestic, Geralt has discovered he likes cooking and how his family enjoys what he does. Pleasing people without having to kill shit is good for the soul. Navigating all the ingredients in this world has been quite a task, though.
"Do I want to know what Russian roulette is?" he asks as he takes out the requested tools. They're fucking good knives, all perfectly sharpened.
“A very dangerous game that I’m not convinced anyone actually plays unless they have a death wish.
Anyway…” Midge unwraps the paper around the packaged meat that she bought at the butcher’s. “Brisket. A beautiful cut of beef. First we need to season it, then start braising it on the stove. Got salt?” Midge had presumed that they had some of the kitchen basics. “Put some salt on there and rub it in while I get the oven preheated.”
Geralt raises an eyebrow at Midge's explanation - that didn't tell him much. He makes a mental note to search for more information later. If people are doing stupid, deadly things, he wants to be aware.
They indeed have salt, and Geralt follows Midge's instructions without hesitation. At that moment, Cirilla enters the kitchen, wearing one of the dresses sent by Moishe. Her hair is up in intricate braids.
"Hello! I didn't do this right earlier." And she doesn't want to be scolded by Jaskier. "I'm Cirilla, it's nice to finally meet you. Jas talked a lot about you." She offers her hand. "Thank you for the dresses, by the way. They're all lovely." She looks at the one Midge's wearing, too. "I love yours, too."
Cirilla is a beautiful girl, which shows even more when she’s cleaned up and dressed nicely.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” Midge says with a smile, shaking the girl’s hand. “You’re welcome. It looks great on you.” She does a little twirl at the mention of the dress she’s wearing. “Thank you. I picked it to match your uncle’s eyes.” Hopefully the teenager won’t find that to be too gross.
Midge oversees what Geralt is doing and nods. “Good. Apparently he’s my helper today.” That part is directed at Ciri.
Midge puts a large pot on the stove and some oil in the bottom of it. “Once that’s hot, we’ll put the meat in to braise. Then, we’ll start peeling and chopping vegetables.” There are onions, carrots and potatoes.
"Thank you," she says at the compliment. Her smile is wide: it feels pretty damn good to be complimented by someone with such great style as Midge. When Jaskier is called 'her uncle', Ciri can't help but giggle, and even a little smile appears on Geralt's lips. The whole family deal is still strange to think about, but it's still nice that outsiders see it that way. The fact that Jaskier has referred to himself like that even when Ciri isn't around makes her feel extra loved. "That's actually very sweet. And thoughtful."
Midge truly cares about every detail when it comes to styling, huh? Ciri can see why she gets along so well with Jaskier. Midge calling Geralt her helper makes her giggle again. "Well, he is our cook..." she teases.
"Mmh." He hands Ciri the peeler. "You can help too."
She gasps. "But I'm all dressed up!"
"So is she," Geralt replies as he points at Midge with the peeler. "If she can cook while looking fancy, so can you."
"Fine," Ciri replies with a sigh and a pout that she's definitely picked from Jaskier. Geralt lets her have the carrots, since they're the easiest, and he shows great skill with the knife when he tackles the potatoes.
The fact that Midge cooks in a fancy dress has given Geralt ammo against the three fancy arses in this house, and he'll forever be grateful. Congrats on starting a war, Midge.
Midge knows that Jaskier isn’t blood related to them, but he’s referred to himself as Ciri’s uncle before, so Midge didn’t think she was saying anything out of turn.
“Is he?” Midge asks with a surprised raise of a brow. “Not Yennefer?” This family really breaks every tradition, and it’s kind of refreshing.
“Here,” she says, reaching for some aprons hanging nearby. “We probably ought to have started with these.” She ties one around Ciri before tying one around herself. Her dress is mostly white and she doesn’t want it to get stained. Midge chops the onions by default, then puts them in the pot with the meat so that they’ll soften. When she’s happy with the cut up vegetables, and the way the meat is coming along, she moves to the next step.
“Now the meat needs to simmer in the sauce for a bit.” She puts a bottle of beef bouillon on the counter and turns to Ciri. Fill up a measuring cup with four cups of water and dissolve four of the cubes in it.” Then, she pulls out some red wine. “We need two cups of this.” Once she pours it into a cup, she knocks it back. “I have to taste test it first,” she explains.
The idea of Yennefer cooking makes both Geralt and Ciri laugh.
"You are funny," Ciri says while letting Midge put the apron on her. It's a cute moment, and she internally can't help but wonder if she may be getting a new aunt out of this.
Geralt pays attention to every step and when Midge introduces the beef bouillon, he raises it to his nose to take a sniff. He reads the label, too, but there are so many fucking words that he doesn't understand. Ciri follows the instructions while Geralt snorts at Midge saying she had to taste it first. He's skeptical.
His isn't the only snort, though. Jaskier enters the kitchen, dressed to match his girlfriend. He'll get a jacket before they leave.
"Is that the excuse we're using to drink now?" He puts his chin on Midge's shoulder to peek at all the preparations. "Because if we're sharing this meal, I think it's only fair that we all taste test."
Geralt already knows where this is going before Jaskier finishes talking, so he takes out more glasses from the cupboard. He gives Ciri just the bottom of a cup because he wants her to learn slowly to respect alcohol. He fills a glass for Jaskier and another for himself, and they clink their cups before they knock them back.
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She’s eager as always, possibly even more eager now that they’re official. Midge kisses him more deeply, her fingers sifting through his wet hair. Jaskier’s right that her reaction to him might help explain some things to his family.
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As Jaskier tries to say I miss you too, Ciri's gross! can be heard through the window.
"Change of plans: we're abandoning her here with her parents," he jokes as he guides Midge inside with an arm still wrapped around her waist.
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Inside, Midge releases him. “I’ll start prepping the meal while you get cleaned up. Anything in the kitchen that I need to be wary of?”
Apparently all the plants in the garden are poisonous, so there’s no telling what’s in the kitchen.
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Jaskier takes her to the kitchen, where Geralt is already cleaned and dressed. He's brought in all the things Midge bought, too, and spread them on the counter to examine them. It's he who answers her question.
"Kitchen is clean. The whole house is - the only places you must stay away from are the lab, and half the plants in the garden." Oh, look, not every plant will kill them. What a miracle.
Jaskier smiles like an idiot, happy to see Geralt engage in conversation, even if it's just duty talk. He kisses Midge's cheek before letting go. "I'll be right back, love." He turns to Geralt. "Be nice and at least try not to scare her, would you?"
"Mmh."
After Jaskier disappears, Geralt looks at Midge with those intense yellow eyes.
"Hello," he finally says after a pause. A little late, but she arrived at the wrong moment (damn you, Yen) and he's supposed to prove he has manners. "Would you show me?" He indicates the ingredients - he wants to learn!
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The mood is a bit awkward when Jaskier leaves. Her last interaction with Geralt, before hosing him down that morning, had been running into him outside the club with a drunk Jaskier over her shoulder. That was when she’d accused Jaskier of only wanting her for sex. Jaskier has forgiven her, but the larger man is harder to read.
It’s a surprise when he ask about the ingredients. Most men don’t care about cooking. “Sure,” she replies. “Can you get some knives and a peeler, if you have one, while I wash my hands?”
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And now that they've become very domestic, Geralt has discovered he likes cooking and how his family enjoys what he does. Pleasing people without having to kill shit is good for the soul. Navigating all the ingredients in this world has been quite a task, though.
"Do I want to know what Russian roulette is?" he asks as he takes out the requested tools. They're fucking good knives, all perfectly sharpened.
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Anyway…” Midge unwraps the paper around the packaged meat that she bought at the butcher’s. “Brisket. A beautiful cut of beef. First we need to season it, then start braising it on the stove. Got salt?” Midge had presumed that they had some of the kitchen basics. “Put some salt on there and rub it in while I get the oven preheated.”
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They indeed have salt, and Geralt follows Midge's instructions without hesitation. At that moment, Cirilla enters the kitchen, wearing one of the dresses sent by Moishe. Her hair is up in intricate braids.
"Hello! I didn't do this right earlier." And she doesn't want to be scolded by Jaskier. "I'm Cirilla, it's nice to finally meet you. Jas talked a lot about you." She offers her hand. "Thank you for the dresses, by the way. They're all lovely." She looks at the one Midge's wearing, too. "I love yours, too."
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“It’s nice to meet you too,” Midge says with a smile, shaking the girl’s hand. “You’re welcome. It looks great on you.” She does a little twirl at the mention of the dress she’s wearing. “Thank you. I picked it to match your uncle’s eyes.” Hopefully the teenager won’t find that to be too gross.
Midge oversees what Geralt is doing and nods. “Good. Apparently he’s my helper today.” That part is directed at Ciri.
Midge puts a large pot on the stove and some oil in the bottom of it. “Once that’s hot, we’ll put the meat in to braise. Then, we’ll start peeling and chopping vegetables.” There are onions, carrots and potatoes.
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Midge truly cares about every detail when it comes to styling, huh? Ciri can see why she gets along so well with Jaskier. Midge calling Geralt her helper makes her giggle again. "Well, he is our cook..." she teases.
"Mmh." He hands Ciri the peeler. "You can help too."
She gasps. "But I'm all dressed up!"
"So is she," Geralt replies as he points at Midge with the peeler. "If she can cook while looking fancy, so can you."
"Fine," Ciri replies with a sigh and a pout that she's definitely picked from Jaskier. Geralt lets her have the carrots, since they're the easiest, and he shows great skill with the knife when he tackles the potatoes.
The fact that Midge cooks in a fancy dress has given Geralt ammo against the three fancy arses in this house, and he'll forever be grateful. Congrats on starting a war, Midge.
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“Is he?” Midge asks with a surprised raise of a brow. “Not Yennefer?” This family really breaks every tradition, and it’s kind of refreshing.
“Here,” she says, reaching for some aprons hanging nearby. “We probably ought to have started with these.” She ties one around Ciri before tying one around herself. Her dress is mostly white and she doesn’t want it to get stained. Midge chops the onions by default, then puts them in the pot with the meat so that they’ll soften. When she’s happy with the cut up vegetables, and the way the meat is coming along, she moves to the next step.
“Now the meat needs to simmer in the sauce for a bit.” She puts a bottle of beef bouillon on the counter and turns to Ciri. Fill up a measuring cup with four cups of water and dissolve four of the cubes in it.” Then, she pulls out some red wine. “We need two cups of this.” Once she pours it into a cup, she knocks it back. “I have to taste test it first,” she explains.
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"You are funny," Ciri says while letting Midge put the apron on her. It's a cute moment, and she internally can't help but wonder if she may be getting a new aunt out of this.
Geralt pays attention to every step and when Midge introduces the beef bouillon, he raises it to his nose to take a sniff. He reads the label, too, but there are so many fucking words that he doesn't understand. Ciri follows the instructions while Geralt snorts at Midge saying she had to taste it first. He's skeptical.
His isn't the only snort, though. Jaskier enters the kitchen, dressed to match his girlfriend. He'll get a jacket before they leave.
"Is that the excuse we're using to drink now?" He puts his chin on Midge's shoulder to peek at all the preparations. "Because if we're sharing this meal, I think it's only fair that we all taste test."
Geralt already knows where this is going before Jaskier finishes talking, so he takes out more glasses from the cupboard. He gives Ciri just the bottom of a cup because he wants her to learn slowly to respect alcohol. He fills a glass for Jaskier and another for himself, and they clink their cups before they knock them back.