“Cooking is fun sometimes,” Midge says. “It’s nice that you have a lot of other people in your house to help with it.” Thats not the case for most housewives.
She gives Jaskier a pointed look. “Do you know how to cook?”
"What's with all the judging?" he asks, his offence clearly exaggerated for the sake of dramatics. "I know SOME stuff! I told you about my stew and Geralt teaching me how to clean a fish and rabbits. And don't get me started on the squirrels."
Ciri groans in frustration. "Not the squirrel story again..."
"That shall be our next date, then. No squirrel, I can't even think about those little fuckers anymore." Ciri rolls her eyes, since clearly he doesn't mind thinking about them if it means sharing the fucking story.
The Impressionism section is indeed beautiful and they don't know where to put their eyes first. Luckily, Midge knows exactly what to do. Jaskier stares at the painting in pure amazement and miraculously stays silent for a few minutes, taking it in.
"...stunning," he finally says. "That starry night - you painted stars that, like you, are light years away from anyone else. Looking on the serene village scene from an insurmountable distance for you saw things, like no one before, nor since."
“So poetic.” Midge smiles. “You really do get inspired by looking at other art.”
She only recently began to think of herself as an artist, thanks to him. It remains to be seen if anything today will inspire her. Comedy seems different than the other arts.
Jaskier pats his pockets until he finds his notebook and pulls it out to take a bunch of notes, his eyes going from the pages to the Starry Night over and over. He repeats the process with the other paintings, truly falling in love with the Impressionism section. You know he's 'in the zone' because his tongue keeps peeking out while he writes.
"What does it make you feel?" he asks Ciri.
"Like you're trying to give me homework," Ciri replies, half serious, half joking. But she does like the paintings.
Impressionism is very nice. Midge likes a lot of the paintings in this section, though she likes surrealism too. They’ll go check some of those out next.
Jaskier’s writing a lot of notes and Midge is glad that he likes what he sees so much. Hearing him call her ‘love’ makes her so happy.
“What does it make me feel?” she asks. “Hmm… warm, in a way. I guess I feel like it’s a cold night but I’m looking up at the stars from a warm place, maybe with a fire or a blanket.”
"So you saw a cold night, but you still let your mind find the warm spot - you don't see it, but you feel it." Grinning from ear to ear, he puts an arm around her waist and kisses her cheek. "You let the piece fill your imagination and interpret what is beyond your eyes. I'm so proud of you."
"If you're going to make out, you have to warn me so I can go into a different room," Ciri teases.
Jaskier laughs, but Ciri pulls a face. "I know. Geralt has told me the stories."
"Oi! Your father has no right to complain about walking in on me - he's the one with the enhanced senses, yet I walk in on him so many fucking times--" He shakes his head. "Yennefer has this stuffed unicorn..."
"Lalala, I can't hear you!" Ciri exclaims as she covers her ears and walks to the next exhibition.
A grinning Jaskier kisses Midge's cheek again. "Let's ditch her and find a closet."
Thankfully, Geralt has never walked in on the two of them, though with this being her first night in their house, there’s always a possibility. He probably knows better than to walk into Jaskier’s bedroom tonight.
Midge smiles at Jaskier and Ciri’s banter. She puts an arm around Jaskier’s waist and rests her head on his shoulder as they walk.
“Did you want to think about your parents having sex?” She asks pointedly.
Knowing Jaskier’s history with his family, that’s probably a loaded question.
"Depends on how you define 'my parents'," he explains with a wrinkled nose. "I've seen them fuck. Just not each other." Meaning, he saw them fuck the servants.
Jaskier keeps an arm around Midge as they follow Ciri to the Surrealism section. The poor girl looks really confused by the paintings here, but Jaskier is delighted - and greatly amused.
"Now see, this I recognize - it's what happens after a night of mushrooms."
He jokes, but it's clear that he likes them - once again, he lets go of Midge to take notes in his notebook in front of every painting.
"The artist evokes his tormented psyche / Through gestural abstraction / a systematic colorfield emerges / The blurring of dreamworld and reality."
"I don't get it," Cirilla admits with a tilted head.
Jaskier, on the other hand, is in thrall. He keeps his eyes on the painting, but he still raises a finger and shakes it in Midge's direction. "Don't you dare compare this to the stains," he says with obvious disapproval.
"They're rocks. And look at the people in the back - this man is in despair yet still clinging to that other person, and the lion comes out of his chest - his feelings, mayhaps? Yes, yes. The rocks are all his struggles." He searches for the name of the painting and laughs. "The Accommodations of Desire? Ha! Someone was definitely struggling with some complex emotions."
Jaskier is living for this painting and Midge loves it. She gives Ciri a look and motions for the girl to walk with her so that Jaskier can look at it all he wants.
“I like surrealism, but I don’t always understand it either,” Midge says as the walk slowly through the gallery. “Do you have a favorite thing that you saw today?”
That is a very Geralt-like sound. “Yeah? Did the clothing seem familiar? From what I’ve seen of Jaskier’s outfits, it seemed spot on.” Ciri dresses more like a modern girl, probably because she’s young and more malleable when it comes to fashion taste. You reach a certain age where your style is your style and you don’t want to change it anymore.
“Quick!” Midge tells Ciri in a stage whisper and picks up her pace. “I think he’s spotted us!”
"I mean, yeah. But they're also like the paintings at home. The--" She frowns as she tries to remember the word. "--surreal? stuff. It was very strange."
Midge's prank makes Cirilla laugh and she picks up her pace, too. Jaskier doesn't take it well, he keeps complaining about it as he hurries up, too. Years of escaping from monsters and following Geralt mean he's in good shape when it comes to running, and soon he's catching up to them. Cirilla is a trained warrior and easily dodges him, so Jaskier decides to concentrate on Midge by wrapping his arms around her from behind.
There's a slight miscalculation, though: the museum floors are kinda slippery, he's not used to running on these fancy floor tiles. Which means he ends up falling and bringing Midge down with him. Oops?
Lots of portraits of nobles where she comes from. That tracks. “They’re thought-provoking, at least. Some people think that’s what art is supposed to be. Art means different things to different people.”
Midge giggles as Jaskier runs after them, trying not to be too loud in the quiet museum. Patrons are already starting to look at them. She can’t help but squeal when he grabs her, then cry out when they fall down.
“Stop!” She laughs. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”
Sure enough, a security guard is already approaching them.
Cirilla is laughing pretty hard, but Jaskier is pouting. "I'm getting us kicked out? You kidnapped my niece first!"
When they see the guard coming, Ciri rushes to help them up. Jaskier fixes his clothes and his hair before offering his most charming smile.
"Apologies, good sir, just a little accident. I promise you we shall be on our best behaviour." Noticing other patrons staring, Jaskier apologizes and bows for them too - although he throws a little wink as well, causing some women to blush and/or giggle.
“Romeo.” Midge then realizes that he doesn’t understand the reference. “It’s the romantic hero in one of Shakespeare’s plays. Usually a nickname for flirtatious men who attract a lot of attention.”
Cirilla laughs at the description, but Jaskier just gasps.
"Oh! I keep hearing about Shakespeare. I read Hamlet; it was pretty good." He tilts his head at Midge. "What book is Romeo from? He sounds like a fine fellow; I shall make it my next read."
He'll be kinda disappointed that it's actually incredibly tragic.
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"You just want to avoid chores," Jaskier teases.
"That's not true!" Ciri pouts and pulls at Jaskier's arm, but he only laughs.
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She gives Jaskier a pointed look. “Do you know how to cook?”
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"What's with all the judging?" he asks, his offence clearly exaggerated for the sake of dramatics. "I know SOME stuff! I told you about my stew and Geralt teaching me how to clean a fish and rabbits. And don't get me started on the squirrels."
Ciri groans in frustration. "Not the squirrel story again..."
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They move on to Impressionism and Midge smiles.
“Aren’t these beautiful? I’m going to show you one of the most famous paintings in the world.”
Moments later, they’re standing in front of Van Gogh’s Starry Night.
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The Impressionism section is indeed beautiful and they don't know where to put their eyes first. Luckily, Midge knows exactly what to do. Jaskier stares at the painting in pure amazement and miraculously stays silent for a few minutes, taking it in.
"...stunning," he finally says. "That starry night - you painted stars that, like you, are light years away from anyone else. Looking on the serene village scene from an insurmountable distance for you saw things, like no one before, nor since."
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She only recently began to think of herself as an artist, thanks to him. It remains to be seen if anything today will inspire her. Comedy seems different than the other arts.
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Jaskier pats his pockets until he finds his notebook and pulls it out to take a bunch of notes, his eyes going from the pages to the Starry Night over and over. He repeats the process with the other paintings, truly falling in love with the Impressionism section. You know he's 'in the zone' because his tongue keeps peeking out while he writes.
"What does it make you feel?" he asks Ciri.
"Like you're trying to give me homework," Ciri replies, half serious, half joking. But she does like the paintings.
Jaskier turns to Midge. "What about you, love?"
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Jaskier’s writing a lot of notes and Midge is glad that he likes what he sees so much. Hearing him call her ‘love’ makes her so happy.
“What does it make me feel?” she asks. “Hmm… warm, in a way. I guess I feel like it’s a cold night but I’m looking up at the stars from a warm place, maybe with a fire or a blanket.”
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"If you're going to make out, you have to warn me so I can go into a different room," Ciri teases.
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She glances over her shoulder at Ciri. “Sorry. This is us behaving ourselves.”
Truly.
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"Oi! Your father has no right to complain about walking in on me - he's the one with the enhanced senses, yet I walk in on him so many fucking times--" He shakes his head. "Yennefer has this stuffed unicorn..."
"Lalala, I can't hear you!" Ciri exclaims as she covers her ears and walks to the next exhibition.
A grinning Jaskier kisses Midge's cheek again. "Let's ditch her and find a closet."
He's kidding.
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Midge smiles at Jaskier and Ciri’s banter. She puts an arm around Jaskier’s waist and rests her head on his shoulder as they walk.
“Did you want to think about your parents having sex?” She asks pointedly.
Knowing Jaskier’s history with his family, that’s probably a loaded question.
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Jaskier keeps an arm around Midge as they follow Ciri to the Surrealism section. The poor girl looks really confused by the paintings here, but Jaskier is delighted - and greatly amused.
"Now see, this I recognize - it's what happens after a night of mushrooms."
He jokes, but it's clear that he likes them - once again, he lets go of Midge to take notes in his notebook in front of every painting.
"The artist evokes his tormented psyche / Through gestural abstraction / a systematic colorfield emerges / The blurring of dreamworld and reality."
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She gives a laugh when Jaskier says that this is what he sees while on mushrooms. She’s never partaken, so she’ll take his word for it.
They stop in front of this. “Are those some kind of eggs? Hard to tell. I still think this requires more talent than what passes for art these days.”
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Jaskier, on the other hand, is in thrall. He keeps his eyes on the painting, but he still raises a finger and shakes it in Midge's direction. "Don't you dare compare this to the stains," he says with obvious disapproval.
"They're rocks. And look at the people in the back - this man is in despair yet still clinging to that other person, and the lion comes out of his chest - his feelings, mayhaps? Yes, yes. The rocks are all his struggles." He searches for the name of the painting and laughs. "The Accommodations of Desire? Ha! Someone was definitely struggling with some complex emotions."
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“I like surrealism, but I don’t always understand it either,” Midge says as the walk slowly through the gallery. “Do you have a favorite thing that you saw today?”
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Of the paintings that decorated the castle, to be more specific.
When Jaskier realizes he was left alone, he runs after them. "Oi, oi! This is abandonment!"
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“Quick!” Midge tells Ciri in a stage whisper and picks up her pace. “I think he’s spotted us!”
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Midge's prank makes Cirilla laugh and she picks up her pace, too. Jaskier doesn't take it well, he keeps complaining about it as he hurries up, too. Years of escaping from monsters and following Geralt mean he's in good shape when it comes to running, and soon he's catching up to them. Cirilla is a trained warrior and easily dodges him, so Jaskier decides to concentrate on Midge by wrapping his arms around her from behind.
There's a slight miscalculation, though: the museum floors are kinda slippery, he's not used to running on these fancy floor tiles. Which means he ends up falling and bringing Midge down with him. Oops?
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Midge giggles as Jaskier runs after them, trying not to be too loud in the quiet museum. Patrons are already starting to look at them. She can’t help but squeal when he grabs her, then cry out when they fall down.
“Stop!” She laughs. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”
Sure enough, a security guard is already approaching them.
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When they see the guard coming, Ciri rushes to help them up. Jaskier fixes his clothes and his hair before offering his most charming smile.
"Apologies, good sir, just a little accident. I promise you we shall be on our best behaviour." Noticing other patrons staring, Jaskier apologizes and bows for them too - although he throws a little wink as well, causing some women to blush and/or giggle.
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Midge gives the guard her most dazzling smile and the man grumbles and tells them to knock it off before leaving.
Jaskier can’t go anywhere without turning on the charm, can he? “Let’s go, Romeo,” Midge says, putting her hand on his arm.
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He turns to Ciri with a questioning look, but she shakes her head. She didn't get it either.
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Sound familiar?
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"Oh! I keep hearing about Shakespeare. I read Hamlet; it was pretty good." He tilts his head at Midge. "What book is Romeo from? He sounds like a fine fellow; I shall make it my next read."
He'll be kinda disappointed that it's actually incredibly tragic.
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