“Oh, lovely,” Midge says with a grin. So quaint. She easily finds rosemary and thyme and starts to measure some of them out. “Amazing that you grew all this in that little plot of land.” Midge looks at the jars. “This is your handwriting,” she says to Jaskier. “I’d recognize it anywhere.”
It occurs to her that she’d love to get a handwritten love note from Jaskier someday. Maybe she’ll leave him one and get the ball rolling.
She stirs the vegetables around the meat. “Casserole dish with lid?” she asks hopefully.
"Herbs don't require much space," Geralt explains. He still doesn't know what to do with compliments, but they do feel nice. "You can even grow some of them in jars."
Jaskier grins when Midge recognizes his handwriting, feeling all warm and fuzzy by such a silly but loving thing. "Of course. Someone had to make things legible in this house. Did you know that when you depend on your nose to find things, your handwriting becomes absolute crap?"
Geralt playfully slaps Jaskier's arm and the bard sticks his tongue out at him, so it's up to Ciri to bring the casserole dish out.
“Now, now children,” Midge says in a faux scolding tone. “Play nice.”
After Ciri hands her the dish, Midge spears the meat with two forks and transfers it to the dish. She then carefully spoons out the vegetables and puts them around the meat and pours the liquid on top. With the lid on the dish, it goes into the oven.
“And there you have it. Now — “ Midge turns to Geralt. “You have the very important job of checking on it every 40 minutes or so. Stir the vegetables and if it looks too dry, add some water to it. Got that?”
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It occurs to her that she’d love to get a handwritten love note from Jaskier someday. Maybe she’ll leave him one and get the ball rolling.
She stirs the vegetables around the meat. “Casserole dish with lid?” she asks hopefully.
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Jaskier grins when Midge recognizes his handwriting, feeling all warm and fuzzy by such a silly but loving thing. "Of course. Someone had to make things legible in this house. Did you know that when you depend on your nose to find things, your handwriting becomes absolute crap?"
Geralt playfully slaps Jaskier's arm and the bard sticks his tongue out at him, so it's up to Ciri to bring the casserole dish out.
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After Ciri hands her the dish, Midge spears the meat with two forks and transfers it to the dish. She then carefully spoons out the vegetables and puts them around the meat and pours the liquid on top. With the lid on the dish, it goes into the oven.
“And there you have it. Now — “ Midge turns to Geralt. “You have the very important job of checking on it every 40 minutes or so. Stir the vegetables and if it looks too dry, add some water to it. Got that?”