While Ciri rushes to get her stuff, Jaskier engages in his favorite sport: babbling for a long while about his day while the others just listen. At least today he has Midge to help him tell the story.
Yennefer likes Ciri's brooch a lot and is very curious about the pretty things they saw.
"And I suppose it was very hard to bring souvenirs for everyone?"
Jaskier snorts. "Only good people who leave the house to socialize get souvenirs." He gasps as he remembers something. He reaches in his back pocket for the flyer and hands it to Geralt. "That goes for you, too."
"My brooch would be too much color for her black soul." He's teasing with his choice of words, but he waves his fork to indicate Yennefer's black clothes. She never wears anything else.
Yennefer ignores Jaskier and leans over Geralt's arm to read the flyer too. Geralt is just staring at the piece of paper, his face apparently blank - those who know him can tell he's half baffled, half confused.
"It does sound fitting for you," Yennefer says before going back to her meal.
"I guess..." Geralt still sounds hesitant.
"They want you to tell them about birds from our world," Ciri adds. "And you do want to educate people about monsters, right?"
After a pause, Geralt sighs. "It won't hurt to check them out."
Jaskier and Ciri grin and share a high-five, which makes Geralt shake his head. Ah, family.
Midge grins. That’s actually really sweet that Ciri and Jaskier found something that Geralt might actually be interested in. “Good work, team,” she tells the two of them.
“Jaskier said that you found a coven,” Midge says to Yennefer. “New York really does have everything.”
It has a lot of Otherworlders. It makes sense that they’re forming groups to support each other.
While Geralt gets more meat on his plate, Yennefer nods and sits back, relaxing while whirling the wine in her glass.
"It's been interesting. Each witch's magic works differently. This world is quite confusing so that alone has been the force pushing us to stick together. I hope that harmony lasts."
“Hopefully the government leaves you alone.” Unlikely, if they can’t keep the peace amongst themselves. Otherworlders are watched more carefully than people from this realm are. If they start to cause chaos, they’ll get shut down.
“I haven’t asked,” Midge says to Jaskier. “How’s band practice going?”
Both Jaskier and Geralt snort. Yennefer asks, "Governments that leave you alone exist?"
"You know what would help?" Jaskier asks, trying to make it sound innocent but clearly with a plan in mind. "If you two would get married here, have some nice legal and local paperwork."
Yennefer and Geralt immediately tell Jaskier to shut up and drop the subject, and it seems this has been a repeated argument. Jaskier just mumbles just saying before turning to Midge.
"It's been great! We've finally got a proper selection of songs for the wedding. It was hard to narrow them down. There's only one of mine that's still going through a bit of rewriting, but the rest is going smoothly." He turns Yennefer. "You're portalling us to that wedding, by the way."
It’s kind of ironic that Jaskier is telling Geralt and Yennefer to get married when he himself has no interest in doing that. Midge raises an eyebrow at Jaskier, but otherwise says nothing.
“Has Leah called you? Or is she leaving the setlist entirely up to you?” That doesn’t seem like Leah, but maybe Jaskier charmed her.
"She's asked for weekly updates, so I text them to her," he explains as he finishes his meal too. He sits back with a content sigh and takes Midge's hand just to squeeze it.
"We don't really chat, I'm keeping it strictly professional. I send her music choices, she approves or disapproves. Even before you asked me not to fight with your family--" The others snort. "I didn't want to lose this important chance for the band. And I get the feeling that if I have to listen to her for more than ten minutes, I'll curse her name and her husband-to-be's." A sip of wine before continuing. "Honestly, I'm extremely grateful for these devices. I don't think it would've gone as well if I had to meet her every week."
Midge squeezes his hand back. “Leah’s obnoxious,” she says. “That’s why I wanted you to come to the wedding with me in the first place. I needed someone there to support me.”
She’s so happy that they’re going together, and as a couple too.
“We will be the best dressed and best looking couple on the dance floor.”
“Exactly.” Midge grins. Jaskier can probably insult people without them even realizing that they’ve been insulted. That’s a true art.
“In all of The Hamptons,” she tells Jaskier with a kiss. After laughing at Yennefer shutting Geralt’s riding trip idea down, Midge continues. “Jaskier and I took a horse drawn carriage ride through Central Park today. There actually are some horses in the city.”
"No, you drank too much and are imagining things," Geralt replies with that dry tone of his. He takes the cups from Midge to wash them too. "We're supposed to take turns," he adds with a sigh that says he ends up doing it most of the time.
"Jaskier prefers the laundry." Because god forbid that something happens to his precious fabrics, although there's no denying that throwing clothes in the machine takes less effort than the dishes. Geralt suspects Jaskier wouldn't do everyone's laundry so eagerly back in their world.
She snorts a laugh at that, though the tidbit about the laundry is interesting. “Duly noted, thank you.”
Midge leans against the counter next to where Geralt is standing at the sink. “You may be a nearly perfect man who helps with the cooking and the dishes, but I happen to be quite in love with your high maintenance friend.”
She can’t help it. Midge is completely head over heels for him.
"Nearly perfect?" Geralt asks with raised eyebrows. He isn't anywhere near perfect. "You don't know me," he adds, the nicest way he has to correct her without starting an argument.
He dries his hands with the dish cloth while watching Midge, trying to guess where this is coming from. Geralt thinks she's playing with fire, but he isn't saying that aloud anytime soon.
"I know. I can smell it from three rooms over." He doesn't doubt her feelings for his friend - is that why she was announcing it? He's so confused, but he won't poke into this to much as long as the couple is happy. "Smaller plates in that door." He points at the right cupboard before putting the leftover meat in the fridge and bring out the pie.
“You’re right. I don’t,” she says. “I just know that most men don’t help with things like this.”
Her cheeks flush when Geralt mentions being able to smell her. “I don’t pity your nose later tonight.” She gets the plates as instructed. Maybe Midge was just fishing for compliments, but she hoped she might hear something about how Jaskier seems happier than he used to. Maybe Geralt’s just not that kind of guy.
She gets a knife for cutting the pie. “Ciri picked cherry,” Midge says.
"Most men are lazy dolts," Geralt replies without a hint of irony.
The comment about his nose makes him snort, but it's an amused sound at least. "Yen's spell is for both sounds and smells," he explains. "Jaskier hasn't stopped smelling like a hormonal teenager since he was actually one anyway."
He starts cutting slices for the others and puts his pinky in the filling to then lick it. His nose wrinkles a little. "Very sweet," he says before cutting a very small slice for himself. He doesn't want to disappoint Ciri by not having any.
"All my senses are enhanced," he clarifies. That includes taste, so he doesn't do well with strong flavours. He can't handle spicy food at all.
When Midge returns, Jaskier is sitting next to Yennefer, chatting with her. He smiles when he sees Midge and quickly returns to his seat.
"Sorry. You changed me for an immortal so I had to do the same," he teases as he watches Geralt come back with the last two plates. Nobody seems to be awkward or in a bad mood, so it seems their little kitchen moment went well. Jaskier just wants them to get along, and knows how hard it is for both Geralt and Yennefer to warm up to new people. "Congratulations on not scaring her off," he tells Geralt.
"Oooh, he must've hated that. He doesn't take compliments well." Jaskier replies with clear amusement, and Ciri giggles. "Are you alright, my friend? That must've been such a hard hit to take," he asks Geralt just to tease him.
"Shut up," Geralt says without meeting anyone's eyes.
The pie is indeed delicious, and everyone enjoys it greatly. Ciri even goes to the kitchen to get a second slice.
"Maybe this is something for you to learn," Yennefer tells Geralt.
Jaskier nods in agreement and turns to Midge. "He makes the softest bread."
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Geralt's nose wrinkles and he sighs. "Hands off at the table."
It's this comment that makes Ciri realize the position of Midge's arm, so she lets out a frustrated ugh as she covers her face with her hands.
"Spoilport." Jaskier sticks his tongue out at Geralt.
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“Jaskier bought us souvenirs in the gift shop at the museum,” she says, then looks at Ciri. “Did you show them what you picked out?”
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Yennefer likes Ciri's brooch a lot and is very curious about the pretty things they saw.
"And I suppose it was very hard to bring souvenirs for everyone?"
Jaskier snorts. "Only good people who leave the house to socialize get souvenirs." He gasps as he remembers something. He reaches in his back pocket for the flyer and hands it to Geralt. "That goes for you, too."
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That was kind of rude of them to not get anything for Yennefer and Geralt. Whoops.
“You can borrow Jaskier’s peacock brooch anytime,” she says before turning to Geralt. “You family thinks you might enjoy bird watching.”
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Yennefer ignores Jaskier and leans over Geralt's arm to read the flyer too. Geralt is just staring at the piece of paper, his face apparently blank - those who know him can tell he's half baffled, half confused.
"It does sound fitting for you," Yennefer says before going back to her meal.
"I guess..." Geralt still sounds hesitant.
"They want you to tell them about birds from our world," Ciri adds. "And you do want to educate people about monsters, right?"
After a pause, Geralt sighs. "It won't hurt to check them out."
Jaskier and Ciri grin and share a high-five, which makes Geralt shake his head. Ah, family.
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“Jaskier said that you found a coven,” Midge says to Yennefer. “New York really does have everything.”
It has a lot of Otherworlders. It makes sense that they’re forming groups to support each other.
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"It's been interesting. Each witch's magic works differently. This world is quite confusing so that alone has been the force pushing us to stick together. I hope that harmony lasts."
She sounds skeptical, though.
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“I haven’t asked,” Midge says to Jaskier. “How’s band practice going?”
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"You know what would help?" Jaskier asks, trying to make it sound innocent but clearly with a plan in mind. "If you two would get married here, have some nice legal and local paperwork."
Yennefer and Geralt immediately tell Jaskier to shut up and drop the subject, and it seems this has been a repeated argument. Jaskier just mumbles just saying before turning to Midge.
"It's been great! We've finally got a proper selection of songs for the wedding. It was hard to narrow them down. There's only one of mine that's still going through a bit of rewriting, but the rest is going smoothly." He turns Yennefer. "You're portalling us to that wedding, by the way."
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“Has Leah called you? Or is she leaving the setlist entirely up to you?” That doesn’t seem like Leah, but maybe Jaskier charmed her.
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"We don't really chat, I'm keeping it strictly professional. I send her music choices, she approves or disapproves. Even before you asked me not to fight with your family--" The others snort. "I didn't want to lose this important chance for the band. And I get the feeling that if I have to listen to her for more than ten minutes, I'll curse her name and her husband-to-be's." A sip of wine before continuing. "Honestly, I'm extremely grateful for these devices. I don't think it would've gone as well if I had to meet her every week."
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She’s so happy that they’re going together, and as a couple too.
“We will be the best dressed and best looking couple on the dance floor.”
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"On the dance floor? Make it on the entire fucking beach," Jaskier replies with a grin.
"We should go to the beach," Ciri tells her parents. Geralt is already picking up the plates.
"I wouldn't mind a little trip," Yennefer says. Geralt opens his mouth but Yennefer speaks again. "Besides going riding."
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“In all of The Hamptons,” she tells Jaskier with a kiss. After laughing at Yennefer shutting Geralt’s riding trip idea down, Midge continues. “Jaskier and I took a horse drawn carriage ride through Central Park today. There actually are some horses in the city.”
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"He really likes horses," Ciri explains to Midge.
"He likes talking to horses," Jaskier adds. "Although I admit I miss Roach, too."
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“You do dishes too?” Midge asks Geralt. “Are you even real?”
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"Jaskier prefers the laundry." Because god forbid that something happens to his precious fabrics, although there's no denying that throwing clothes in the machine takes less effort than the dishes. Geralt suspects Jaskier wouldn't do everyone's laundry so eagerly back in their world.
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Midge leans against the counter next to where Geralt is standing at the sink. “You may be a nearly perfect man who helps with the cooking and the dishes, but I happen to be quite in love with your high maintenance friend.”
She can’t help it. Midge is completely head over heels for him.
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He dries his hands with the dish cloth while watching Midge, trying to guess where this is coming from. Geralt thinks she's playing with fire, but he isn't saying that aloud anytime soon.
"I know. I can smell it from three rooms over." He doesn't doubt her feelings for his friend - is that why she was announcing it? He's so confused, but he won't poke into this to much as long as the couple is happy. "Smaller plates in that door." He points at the right cupboard before putting the leftover meat in the fridge and bring out the pie.
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Her cheeks flush when Geralt mentions being able to smell her. “I don’t pity your nose later tonight.” She gets the plates as instructed. Maybe Midge was just fishing for compliments, but she hoped she might hear something about how Jaskier seems happier than he used to. Maybe Geralt’s just not that kind of guy.
She gets a knife for cutting the pie. “Ciri picked cherry,” Midge says.
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The comment about his nose makes him snort, but it's an amused sound at least. "Yen's spell is for both sounds and smells," he explains. "Jaskier hasn't stopped smelling like a hormonal teenager since he was actually one anyway."
He starts cutting slices for the others and puts his pinky in the filling to then lick it. His nose wrinkles a little. "Very sweet," he says before cutting a very small slice for himself. He doesn't want to disappoint Ciri by not having any.
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As he cuts the slices, Midge puts forks on each of the plates. “Oh come on,” she says. “Enjoy the sugar.”
Balancing three of the plates, Midge makes her way back to the dining room. She puts them down in front of Jaskier, Ciri and Yennefer.
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When Midge returns, Jaskier is sitting next to Yennefer, chatting with her. He smiles when he sees Midge and quickly returns to his seat.
"Sorry. You changed me for an immortal so I had to do the same," he teases as he watches Geralt come back with the last two plates. Nobody seems to be awkward or in a bad mood, so it seems their little kitchen moment went well. Jaskier just wants them to get along, and knows how hard it is for both Geralt and Yennefer to warm up to new people. "Congratulations on not scaring her off," he tells Geralt.
"Mmh."
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The pie is excellent, of course. Midge hums her approval as she chews. “I’m a decent baker,” she says, “but I can’t make a pie as good as this.”
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"Shut up," Geralt says without meeting anyone's eyes.
The pie is indeed delicious, and everyone enjoys it greatly. Ciri even goes to the kitchen to get a second slice.
"Maybe this is something for you to learn," Yennefer tells Geralt.
Jaskier nods in agreement and turns to Midge. "He makes the softest bread."