“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?”
Ciri laughs at Midge's faux scolding and Jaskier pouts - he's being mistreated here, this is a scandal! Geralt just hums as usual, not liking being scolded but not willing to argue about it either. He does pay very close attention to Midge's instructions, nodding along to every word. He looks very focused.
"You've given him a mission," Yennefer's voice echoes in the kitchen as she comes in to partake in some wine. Midge's suitcase has been left by the door, and it's still glowing a tiny bit. "I was told today we could relax."
"I still can relax," Geralt answers with a frown. Jaskier and Cirilla laugh while Yennefer snorts, shaking her head.
Is the joke that Geralt never relaxes? Midge doesn’t know him well enough yet, so she just smiles for now. “If one of you checks on in a few times today, it should be fine. Hopefully it won’t disturb your peace too much.” Midge winks.
"Peace?" Jaskier asks. "Is that what we're calling it now?" Ciri says gross as both Yennefer and Geralt slap him on the arm. Ah, family.
Jaskier nods at Midge's question and gets his blue trenchcoat, which he already left in the living room. Ciri runs upstairs to get hers while Jaskier checks all his pockets for his wallet, phone, and notebook.
"You know this city the best. Cab? Subway? Walking?"
“It might not be that peaceful,” Midge concedes. Much like the state Jaskier’s room will be in that evening.
After redressing to go out in her coat, hat and gloves, Midge picks up her purse and the three of them walk outside. They look dapper, ready for a day out.
“Let’s take a cab. It’s a bit far to walk from here.”
At the curb, Midge raises her hand, trying to hail a taxi.
"Am I not the one supposed to do that?" he teases. "You're making me look like a bad gentleman."
Jaskier decides to let Midge sit in the middle when they take over the back seat. Usually, that's a spot for the smallest person, but he can tell Ciri is eager to chat, and he doesn't want to let go of his new girlfriend. So he keeps an arm around Midge's shoulders and lets his favorite girls sit together. Ciri showers Midge with questions about her clothes and makeup, the classic teenager that wishes to be as pretty and grownup as the women in the magazines. It's very cute and Jaskier smiles the whole ride, but part of him still worries about Ciri struggling with her identity.
Soon they arrive at the museum, and Jaskier lets Midge takes his arm while Ciri walks ahead of them. He realizes what they look like and hopes that Midge's age stops anyone from thinking that Ciri's their daughter.
"Do you promise this is a good place and I am not about to see a bunch of paint stains on canvas?"
“Just showcasing the unconventional nature of our relationship,” she replies with a smile. “Besides, they’re more likely to stop for a beautiful woman.”
Midge is happy to sit in the middle so that she and Ciri can talk, especially because she still gets to hold Jaskier’s hand. Makeup and fashion are two of Midge’s favorite topics, and it’s nice to get to talk about them. She promises Ciri that she’ll take her to the makeup counter at B Altman one day. All teenagers struggle with their identities. They have to explore different things in order to figure things out.
People might think that Ciri is one of their younger sisters. It depends on how complimentary the person wishes to be.
“I promise,” Midge says. “Most of that stuff is at MOMA.”
They stop inside to pick up a map. “Do you want to see paintings from the time on Earth that corresponds most to the place you two came from?”
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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?”
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"You've given him a mission," Yennefer's voice echoes in the kitchen as she comes in to partake in some wine. Midge's suitcase has been left by the door, and it's still glowing a tiny bit. "I was told today we could relax."
"I still can relax," Geralt answers with a frown. Jaskier and Cirilla laugh while Yennefer snorts, shaking her head.
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She turns to Jaskier and Ciri. “Ready to go?”
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Jaskier nods at Midge's question and gets his blue trenchcoat, which he already left in the living room. Ciri runs upstairs to get hers while Jaskier checks all his pockets for his wallet, phone, and notebook.
"You know this city the best. Cab? Subway? Walking?"
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After redressing to go out in her coat, hat and gloves, Midge picks up her purse and the three of them walk outside. They look dapper, ready for a day out.
“Let’s take a cab. It’s a bit far to walk from here.”
At the curb, Midge raises her hand, trying to hail a taxi.
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Jaskier decides to let Midge sit in the middle when they take over the back seat. Usually, that's a spot for the smallest person, but he can tell Ciri is eager to chat, and he doesn't want to let go of his new girlfriend. So he keeps an arm around Midge's shoulders and lets his favorite girls sit together. Ciri showers Midge with questions about her clothes and makeup, the classic teenager that wishes to be as pretty and grownup as the women in the magazines. It's very cute and Jaskier smiles the whole ride, but part of him still worries about Ciri struggling with her identity.
Soon they arrive at the museum, and Jaskier lets Midge takes his arm while Ciri walks ahead of them. He realizes what they look like and hopes that Midge's age stops anyone from thinking that Ciri's their daughter.
"Do you promise this is a good place and I am not about to see a bunch of paint stains on canvas?"
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Midge is happy to sit in the middle so that she and Ciri can talk, especially because she still gets to hold Jaskier’s hand. Makeup and fashion are two of Midge’s favorite topics, and it’s nice to get to talk about them. She promises Ciri that she’ll take her to the makeup counter at B Altman one day. All teenagers struggle with their identities. They have to explore different things in order to figure things out.
People might think that Ciri is one of their younger sisters. It depends on how complimentary the person wishes to be.
“I promise,” Midge says. “Most of that stuff is at MOMA.”
They stop inside to pick up a map. “Do you want to see paintings from the time on Earth that corresponds most to the place you two came from?”