Theoretical death. Midge doesn’t want to actually poison Joel. In Jaskier’s world, she could have been married to someone far worse than Joel, someone whom she might have needed to poison to get away from.
“What I meant was that we maybe could have performed together. You’d sing and I’d tell jokes and we’d travel around like minstrels. I understand what you’re saying though. If I was a lady in your world, we probably wouldn’t have met.” She gazes into his eyes. “That’s one good thing about this world and this country. It’s not perfect by any means, and we have a long way to go, but it’s much less restrictive than where you come from.”
A woman traveling alone in his world would've been fucking dangerous. And sure, technically she would've been with Jaskier, not literally alone, but he isn't exactly able to protect her from bandit gangs. That's why he has Geralt - sometimes he wonders how far he could've gone without him.
He doesn't want to ruin the cuddling by describing the horrors of his world. Thankfully, Midge gives him an opening.
"I know. That's why we don't want to go back. Even if we didn't have Ciri to protect, we would still choose this world. Safety beats the difficulty to perform any day."
He’s kind to not burst her bubble when it comes to her fantasy of traveling around with him. Midge has led a relatively sheltered life, though she’s also grown up in New York, so she’s not completely naive.
They could always do a double act here. Susie would probably hate that idea.
“Your love for Ciri is so strong,” Midge says, giving him a gentle kiss. “It’s very attractive.”
He wonders why she finds his love for Ciri attractive, yet he's afraid to ask. Because in his experience, such a comment means a woman is picturing him as a father, and that's not a happy topic.
She accepted his no children rule, yet she's open to a third. He wonders where her heart really lives. He wonders if her career will clash against it. He wonders how far they'll go like this.
"Everything about me is attractive," he teases to take the attention off Ciri and silence his brain. "I even make monster guts look good."
She does think Jaskier would be good with kids, though he may not be the most responsible father. Still, her biological clock is ticking and there’s a human instinct to want to find an appropriate mate. Midge is open to another child, but doesn’t necessarily want one. He’s made it pretty clear that he has no desire to be a father.
Doesn’t mean she can’t fantasize about it though.
“You do,” she confirms. “I loved washing them off of you this morning.” It seems like that was forever ago.
"You loved washing them off Geralt," he jokes while playfully poking her waist. He realizes he doesn't know if she's ticklish, so he tests it by tickling her stomach.
"Right in front of his wife, too! You naughty, naughty girl. I've created a monster!"
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“What I meant was that we maybe could have performed together. You’d sing and I’d tell jokes and we’d travel around like minstrels. I understand what you’re saying though. If I was a lady in your world, we probably wouldn’t have met.” She gazes into his eyes. “That’s one good thing about this world and this country. It’s not perfect by any means, and we have a long way to go, but it’s much less restrictive than where you come from.”
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He doesn't want to ruin the cuddling by describing the horrors of his world. Thankfully, Midge gives him an opening.
"I know. That's why we don't want to go back. Even if we didn't have Ciri to protect, we would still choose this world. Safety beats the difficulty to perform any day."
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They could always do a double act here. Susie would probably hate that idea.
“Your love for Ciri is so strong,” Midge says, giving him a gentle kiss. “It’s very attractive.”
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She accepted his no children rule, yet she's open to a third. He wonders where her heart really lives. He wonders if her career will clash against it. He wonders how far they'll go like this.
"Everything about me is attractive," he teases to take the attention off Ciri and silence his brain. "I even make monster guts look good."
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Doesn’t mean she can’t fantasize about it though.
“You do,” she confirms. “I loved washing them off of you this morning.” It seems like that was forever ago.
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"Right in front of his wife, too! You naughty, naughty girl. I've created a monster!"
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“You love it. You don’t think it’s naughty at all.”