Midge has been nervous too, of course. She wants this to go well, wants her parents to like Jaskier. That may be asking too much. She’s already made it abundantly clear to her parents that she and Jaskier aren’t a couple, so hopefully there won’t be any embarrassing questions about Jaskier’s intentions with her or anything like that.
When Jaskier finally rings the bell, Midge is just taking the brisket out of the oven. She hurries to get the door so that she can have a moment with him before introducing him to her parents. Midge opens the door and grins at him.
“You look great.” She’s wearing a casual light blue dress. Leaning in, she gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for coming.”
Nervous as he may be, it's impossible not to smile at the mere sight of her. He melts in her hug and wishes he could just bury his face in her neck.
"So do you, darling." He kisses her cheek very quickly, always keeping an eye for anyone appearing in the hallway. "You can thank me properly another day." He winks. "I hope you don't mind that the flowers aren't for you today."
“I will.” She returns the wink. “I don’t mind. Mama will love them.” Midge takes a deep breath. “Ready?” she asks, giving him what is hopefully a reassuring smile.
Midge shows him into the living room, where her parents are sitting on the couch. “Jaskier, these are my parents, Abe and Rose Weissman. Mama, Papa, this is Jaskier of Oxenfurt. He’s an Otherworlder.” They knew that. Hopefully.
Abe stands up to shake Jaskier’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you finally. Miriam has told us almost nothing about you.”
Jaskier returns the smile and bites back the urge to answer 'no'.
As he follows Midge to the living room, Jaskier makes sure to fix his posture - less chaotic bisexual, more serious viscount. He offers a small bow when Midge introduces him, keeping an eye on their reactions. Midge truly takes after her mother, he notices.
"Well met, sir." He shakes Abe's hand firmly. "I'm sure any questions you may have shall be answered tonight - over a drink, mayhaps?" He hands him the bottle of wine - fancy bottle, rich in flavor.
Jaskier then approaches Rose with his most charming smile. "Madam." He kisses her hand before giving her the flowers. "I see now where Miriam has taken her wondrous sense of style from."
Which, to be fair, isn't a lie. Rose knows how to dress.
Jaskier is truly on his best behavior. Midge appreciates that… she thinks. Hopefully he’ll loosen up as night goes on.
“Ah, yes… well met,” Abe replies, taking the bottle from Jaskier to examine it.
“The place Jaskier comes from is akin to the 1600s here,” Midge says, “but with more magic and elves.” Maybe that will explain some of his language, at least.
“This is a nice vintage,” Abe comments. “Red wine is the perfect dinner wine. White is too frivolous.”
Good job picking a red, Jaskier.
Rose smiles at Jaskier, charmed by the kiss to her hand. “Thank you. Those roses you gave Miriam the other week were so beautiful. I’ll go put these in a vase.”
He steps back to let Rose move ahead, offering another little bow. Abe's comment on wine makes him chuckle.
"White wine is made by men. Red wine is made by God," he replies as he sits on the reading chair. He doesn't trust himself getting too close to Midge on the couch. Once again, he makes sure to fix his posture - one crossed leg, chin held high, arms on the armrests. A gentleman from head to toes. "You know your wines, sir. Or should I call you Professor? Miriam mentioned you retired, but in my experience, academics do not know the meaning of retirement."
It’s not that Midge didn’t believe him when he said he was the son of a viscount, but tonight it’s apparent. He looks every inch the cultured gentleman. It’s probably killing him.
“Well…” Abe says, dithering a bit, “it’s not strictly necessary…”
“You can call him Professor,” Midge says. “Jaskier was also a professor where he came from. Of literature, right?”
“Is that a lute?” Abe asks of the instrument that’s now sitting in Jaskier’s lap.
she wants to be a viscountess, gotta deal with the viscount ;)
He's not quite dying yet, merely because he hasn't had to hold back rude comments. Exhaustion will hit him eventually.
"I wouldn't call myself a professor. But indeed, I spent many a winter giving lectures in Oxenfurt - literature and music." He nods at Abe's question. "I am bard. Miriam has probably already told you I'll be singing at Leah's wedding. In fact!" He puts the lute in position. "I've been practicing a request she made. I believe it's called 'Seating of the Bride'."
And just like that, he starts playing a very specific tune.
If Abe remembers said lute from the hallway a few weeks ago, he doesn’t comment on it.
Midge sits down next to Abe. Jaskier’s pulled out the lute early tonight, but damn if he also hasn’t done his research. He’s pulling out all of the stops.
Rose returns to the room and all of them listen to Jaskier play and clap politely at the end. “That’s lovely,” Rose says. “I was surprised to hear that you would be performing at the wedding rather than just attending as Miriam’s plus one.”
“Leah’s a spoiled brat,” says Abe, “but she has good taste.”
“Well,” Midge says. “Dinner is ready, if we’d like to move to the dining room. Jaskier can pour us some of the wine he brought.”
don't worry Midge he'll sit like that for you in private
"Thank you, thank you, you're too kind." His smile is simple. Inside, his ego is inflated. He covers his mouth to smirk when Abe calls Leah a spoiled brat, totally agreeing with it.
"You are not wrong, madam, I was originally attending just as a plus one. But your niece lost her musician, and Miriam here knew exactly what to do." He looks at Midge, letting his happiness show a little more. "So it's her great taste you must be grateful for."
Jaskier nods at Midge's suggestion and puts his lute down on the chair before following the family. With Abe and Rose in front of them, Jaskier uses the chance to grin and blow a kiss at Midge.
Following her suggestion, he uncorks the wine and pours a glass for everyone before rising his for a toast.
"To new beginnings," he says as he glances at Midge. He hopes the couple thinks he's talking about Leah's marriage.
This is the most subdued Midge has ever seen Jaskier and she doesn’t know what to make of it. On the one hand, he’s really making an effort for her parents, and she appreciates that. On the other, it’s strange to see him acting so formally.
As they move to the table, Midge reaches out and gives his hand a quick squeeze when he blows her the kiss. While he uncorks and pours the wine, she brings the pan of brisket from the kitchen. Sitting down, she raises her glass.
His toast, obviously directed at her, takes her aback. Maybe she shouldn’t read so much into a toast, but the words make her heart flutter in her chest.
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we can go with it! Let me try to get in a headspace for Abe and Rose lol
When Jaskier finally rings the bell, Midge is just taking the brisket out of the oven. She hurries to get the door so that she can have a moment with him before introducing him to her parents. Midge opens the door and grins at him.
“You look great.” She’s wearing a casual light blue dress. Leaning in, she gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for coming.”
prayers for your poor head lmao
"So do you, darling." He kisses her cheek very quickly, always keeping an eye for anyone appearing in the hallway. "You can thank me properly another day." He winks. "I hope you don't mind that the flowers aren't for you today."
rip me
Midge shows him into the living room, where her parents are sitting on the couch. “Jaskier, these are my parents, Abe and Rose Weissman. Mama, Papa, this is Jaskier of Oxenfurt. He’s an Otherworlder.” They knew that. Hopefully.
Abe stands up to shake Jaskier’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you finally. Miriam has told us almost nothing about you.”
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As he follows Midge to the living room, Jaskier makes sure to fix his posture - less chaotic bisexual, more serious viscount. He offers a small bow when Midge introduces him, keeping an eye on their reactions. Midge truly takes after her mother, he notices.
"Well met, sir." He shakes Abe's hand firmly. "I'm sure any questions you may have shall be answered tonight - over a drink, mayhaps?" He hands him the bottle of wine - fancy bottle, rich in flavor.
Jaskier then approaches Rose with his most charming smile. "Madam." He kisses her hand before giving her the flowers. "I see now where Miriam has taken her wondrous sense of style from."
Which, to be fair, isn't a lie. Rose knows how to dress.
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“Ah, yes… well met,” Abe replies, taking the bottle from Jaskier to examine it.
“The place Jaskier comes from is akin to the 1600s here,” Midge says, “but with more magic and elves.” Maybe that will explain some of his language, at least.
“This is a nice vintage,” Abe comments. “Red wine is the perfect dinner wine. White is too frivolous.”
Good job picking a red, Jaskier.
Rose smiles at Jaskier, charmed by the kiss to her hand. “Thank you. Those roses you gave Miriam the other week were so beautiful. I’ll go put these in a vase.”
"she thinks" lmaoooo
"White wine is made by men. Red wine is made by God," he replies as he sits on the reading chair. He doesn't trust himself getting too close to Midge on the couch. Once again, he makes sure to fix his posture - one crossed leg, chin held high, arms on the armrests. A gentleman from head to toes. "You know your wines, sir. Or should I call you Professor? Miriam mentioned you retired, but in my experience, academics do not know the meaning of retirement."
she likes when he’s himself!
“Well…” Abe says, dithering a bit, “it’s not strictly necessary…”
“You can call him Professor,” Midge says. “Jaskier was also a professor where he came from. Of literature, right?”
“Is that a lute?” Abe asks of the instrument that’s now sitting in Jaskier’s lap.
she wants to be a viscountess, gotta deal with the viscount ;)
"I wouldn't call myself a professor. But indeed, I spent many a winter giving lectures in Oxenfurt - literature and music." He nods at Abe's question. "I am bard. Miriam has probably already told you I'll be singing at Leah's wedding. In fact!" He puts the lute in position. "I've been practicing a request she made. I believe it's called 'Seating of the Bride'."
And just like that, he starts playing a very specific tune.
mmm and she’s been doodling that name too
Midge sits down next to Abe. Jaskier’s pulled out the lute early tonight, but damn if he also hasn’t done his research. He’s pulling out all of the stops.
Rose returns to the room and all of them listen to Jaskier play and clap politely at the end. “That’s lovely,” Rose says. “I was surprised to hear that you would be performing at the wedding rather than just attending as Miriam’s plus one.”
“Leah’s a spoiled brat,” says Abe, “but she has good taste.”
“Well,” Midge says. “Dinner is ready, if we’d like to move to the dining room. Jaskier can pour us some of the wine he brought.”
don't worry Midge he'll sit like that for you in private
"You are not wrong, madam, I was originally attending just as a plus one. But your niece lost her musician, and Miriam here knew exactly what to do." He looks at Midge, letting his happiness show a little more. "So it's her great taste you must be grateful for."
Jaskier nods at Midge's suggestion and puts his lute down on the chair before following the family. With Abe and Rose in front of them, Jaskier uses the chance to grin and blow a kiss at Midge.
Following her suggestion, he uncorks the wine and pours a glass for everyone before rising his for a toast.
"To new beginnings," he says as he glances at Midge. He hopes the couple thinks he's talking about Leah's marriage.
that sounds naughty
As they move to the table, Midge reaches out and gives his hand a quick squeeze when he blows her the kiss. While he uncorks and pours the wine, she brings the pan of brisket from the kitchen. Sitting down, she raises her glass.
His toast, obviously directed at her, takes her aback. Maybe she shouldn’t read so much into a toast, but the words make her heart flutter in her chest.
”L’chaim.” She clinks her glass against his.