“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.
He makes sure to clink everyone's glass before he takes a sip. The smile on his face is genuine when he sees the food she's prepared.
"So this is your famous brisket? I've been dying to try it." He'll let Midge or Abe do the cutting, as it should be. The fact that he poured the wine was already a lot, and he only did it because Midge asked - as far as courtly matters go, that's usually left for 'the man in the house'.
"I almost forgot to ask - have you heard from your former in-laws? Is the factory doing well after the incident?" He's playing innocent concern as an indirect way to remind them that hey, he brought the guy who saved dozens of lives. He hopes that will play in his favor as well, without witcher bigotry and all - yet again, who knows what will they think of a man that travels to swamps to deal with critters...
“It is,” Midge confirms as she cuts the meat. Hopefully he’ll like it, but she hasn’t received any complains in the past.
Of course Jaskier brings up the factory incident. She’s not surprised; it was a win for he and Geralt. “Yes,” Midge continues. “Moishe was angry about the loss of production, but not after I explained that the loss of life could have been much worse.”
She turns to her parents. “Jaskier came here with a man from his home who hunts monsters. He helps him.”
Of course the man had been upset about the production first, fucking hell. Jaskier opens and closes his hands as he bites back what he really wants to say about it. Luckily, Midge serves the meat and he can keep his mouth busy by eating.
"Oh, this is delicious." He takes another bite. "I should make you teach Geralt."
The smile on his face twitches for a second because of Rose's comment - expected it, but still not great to hear it. Jaskier clears his voice and looks at her with his most polite face.
"It can be, yes." No point in denying it. "But as Miriam here has cleverly pointed out, loss of life is worse. As gruesome as it may be, helping people is satisfying." He sips his wine, starting to need the alcohol if this is how the conversation will go. "Besides! Monster parts are very useful for potions. If you know anyone who needs help with the little things in life, from hair loss to pimples - we guarantee total privacy."
All Moishe heard was ‘spiders in the walls’. Midge had to elaborate a bit on what exactly that entailed in this case. Then he understood much better.
She grins at Jaskier’s reaction to her brisket. “Just invite me over to make it for you,” she tells him.
Abe and Rose glance at each other. They’re not buying the ‘friends’ story, but they won’t press for now. It’s obvious to them that Midge and Jaskier’s relationship is heading for something more than friendship. They know their daughter well enough.
“What sort of monsters do you usually hunt?” Abe asks. For what it’s worth, neither of her parents looks disturbed, though Rose makes a face at the words monster parts.
"I'll make the arrangements," he promises. He does want her to come, because he wants her to get along with his family but also because Yennefer needs friends.
"I'm afraid we aren't doing creams yet, just potions - however, we do offer things for the ladies too. Our potions for period cramps and menopause pain are much more effective than those pills they sell here. And our birth control potion doesn't mess with a woman's hormones."
Jaskier takes another bite of his meat to make sure he doesn't look at Midge when he says that, but he can't help grinning a little. He then turns to Abe.
"All kinds of monsters! If they exist, we may take care of them! Giant spiders, werewolves, ghouls, wyverns, there's nothing Geralt can't stop. We found a kraken in that big lake in the north, that one was quite a mess to clean. The locals insisted they wanted to cook the tentacles as if it was octopus." He wrinkles his nose.
Both of her parents nearly choke on their meat when Jaskier mentions birth control so openly. Midge averts her eyes. She’s not sure if she’s looking forward to the conversation that will happen after Jaskier leaves.
“All of those things are here?” Abe asks. “I’ve never seen any of them. Have you ever heard of a dybbuk?”
Those reactions make this entire night worth it. And to think he held back on mentioning the potion that helps a man get his dick working again, that was a mistake. Jaskier glances at Midge when he's wiping his mouth with his napkin, secretly smirking at her.
"I believe they've been arriving with otherworlders, so it makes sense that locals may not have seen them before." He tilts his head at Abe with genuine curiosity. "I have not, but my ears will always be itching for a good story. Care to share?"
Her glance back is less smirky, more concerned. So far, her parents seem fine with Jaskier, but her parents are very polite.
“It’s a demon from Jewish folklore,” Abe explains. “I had an aunt possessed by a dybbuk.”
Rose groans and Midge rolls her eyes. “Papa, not the Aunt Bina story again.”
“Miriam, you know that I am not a man who subscribes to most folklore,” Abe continues, “but that woman hated everyone.”
“She did used to scare me as a kid,” Midge admits.
“Until the day she died - may her memory be a blessing - I came this close to asking the rabbi to perform an exorcism on her. Even if she wasn’t possessed maybe it would have at least improved her attitude.”
"That much hate can keep a soul from moving on," Jaskier agrees. Sorry, Midge.
Before Jaskier can stop himself, he reaches inside his jacket to get his notebook, because of course he carries that everywhere. You never know when you may get an interesting story, and this proves him right.
"Dybbuk, you said? How do you spell that?" He writes down every detail. "I'll look into it; Geralt may be interested as well. Many a myth from this world do match my world, others not so much. It's been fascinating to learn the differences." He puts his notebook back before returning to his meal. "That said, if you ever change your mind, we offer exorcisms as well." An awkward pause. "Magic exorcisms." As opposed to religious, he means. But he's not about to bring up the r-word, that will only end in disaster. "But effective all the same."
“Aunt Bina’s long dead,” Midge says, “which means that she might now be a dybbuk herself, off possessing someone else.”
Abe nods in agreement and even Rose can’t argue with that. While Abe spells the word for Jaskier, Midge brainstorms about other conversation topics, things that her parents and Jaskier might have in common. There isn’t much. She’ll settle on singing his praises for now.
“Anyway, he and Geralt came right away after I texted him about what was going on at the factory. Geralt does most of the actual fighting, but Jaskier was pretty brave too.” Midge smiles at him. He didn’t hesitate to run in when Geralt got hurt. “Oh, that reminds me! Moishe gave me some dresses for Ciri.”
He laughs at that. "I'll keep an eye out for her grouchy soul, then."
Her compliment makes him genuinely smile, and he can feel his heart getting giddy over it. Jaskier isn't always the bravest, to be fair, Geralt getting hurt just activates the stupidity button. But he's always happy to make a good impression.
The mention of a gift takes him by surprise. "He did? That's-- incredibly kind of him." Does that mean Joel didn't speak ill of Jaskier, or his father didn't take him seriously? Both possible explanations intrigue him. "I'll take them with me tonight, then. Send him my gratitude."
He takes a sip of his wine while wondering how the subject of Ciri came up at all. Midge promised before that she'd talk to the man about it, but he just worries about the Joel context. "That reminds me, I need to go shopping for the wedding. Between gigs, rehearsals, composing, hunts, and the typing classes--" And fucking multiple people, including Midge. "--my days have been busier than usual." An indirect way to show that he's more than a wandering musician. "Have you ladies picked your dresses yet?" he asks Rose and Midge before turning to Abe. "I'm guessing you're sticking to a black suit."
“I will.” Midge interceded on Jaskier’s behalf. Even though he and Geralt got paid, she felt he deserved a little extra. Thankfully, Moishe acquiesced.
Abe looks back at him blankly. “What other color would I wear?”
“Miriam, the next day you’re free we need to go dress shopping,” Rose says.
“Neither of you already have a dress that would be appropriate for this wedding?” Abe asks.
“No.” Both mother and daughter answer in unison.
“I’m still trying to decide which color I should wear, since it’s a summer wedding,” Midge says. “Maybe lilac?”
"Any color you want, sir." The blank stare is better than judgment, so Jaskier will take a chance with it. He remembers a phrase he heard recently. "As they say, it's a free country, after all."
He can't help but snort around his next bite of meat at both Abe's question and the women's answer. Honestly, this man should know better by now.
"How about teal?" He leans back in his chair, swirling the wine in his cup. "To match the waves of the coast - soothing yet strong."
Ok, he has to laugh pretty hard at that. Hopefully it isn't taken the wrong way. "It doesn't have to be a suit like mine at all! It would be curated to adquately match your skin, your age, and your style. Think about it - what a stunning couple you and your beautiful wife would make, dressing as sharply as your mind."
See, Abe, there is a reason why Midge likes this guy. Jaskier can't help but wink at Rose with a grin, hoping she appreciates what he's doing here.
The grin turns into a sweet smile for Midge. "I haven't chosen yet, and all ideas I've been discussing with the band have been for the stage." It seems someone else will be packing a lot. He tilts his head. "Do you want us to match? Light teal dress, dark teal suit?"
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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.
because it is, she can ride the viscount
"So this is your famous brisket? I've been dying to try it." He'll let Midge or Abe do the cutting, as it should be. The fact that he poured the wine was already a lot, and he only did it because Midge asked - as far as courtly matters go, that's usually left for 'the man in the house'.
"I almost forgot to ask - have you heard from your former in-laws? Is the factory doing well after the incident?" He's playing innocent concern as an indirect way to remind them that hey, he brought the guy who saved dozens of lives. He hopes that will play in his favor as well, without witcher bigotry and all - yet again, who knows what will they think of a man that travels to swamps to deal with critters...
and she will
Of course Jaskier brings up the factory incident. She’s not surprised; it was a win for he and Geralt. “Yes,” Midge continues. “Moishe was angry about the loss of production, but not after I explained that the loss of life could have been much worse.”
She turns to her parents. “Jaskier came here with a man from his home who hunts monsters. He helps him.”
“Really?” Asks Rose. “That sounds gruesome.”
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"Oh, this is delicious." He takes another bite. "I should make you teach Geralt."
The smile on his face twitches for a second because of Rose's comment - expected it, but still not great to hear it. Jaskier clears his voice and looks at her with his most polite face.
"It can be, yes." No point in denying it. "But as Miriam here has cleverly pointed out, loss of life is worse. As gruesome as it may be, helping people is satisfying." He sips his wine, starting to need the alcohol if this is how the conversation will go. "Besides! Monster parts are very useful for potions. If you know anyone who needs help with the little things in life, from hair loss to pimples - we guarantee total privacy."
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She grins at Jaskier’s reaction to her brisket. “Just invite me over to make it for you,” she tells him.
Abe and Rose glance at each other. They’re not buying the ‘friends’ story, but they won’t press for now. It’s obvious to them that Midge and Jaskier’s relationship is heading for something more than friendship. They know their daughter well enough.
“What sort of monsters do you usually hunt?” Abe asks. For what it’s worth, neither of her parents looks disturbed, though Rose makes a face at the words monster parts.
“Wrinkle cream?” Rose asks.
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"I'm afraid we aren't doing creams yet, just potions - however, we do offer things for the ladies too. Our potions for period cramps and menopause pain are much more effective than those pills they sell here. And our birth control potion doesn't mess with a woman's hormones."
Jaskier takes another bite of his meat to make sure he doesn't look at Midge when he says that, but he can't help grinning a little. He then turns to Abe.
"All kinds of monsters! If they exist, we may take care of them! Giant spiders, werewolves, ghouls, wyverns, there's nothing Geralt can't stop. We found a kraken in that big lake in the north, that one was quite a mess to clean. The locals insisted they wanted to cook the tentacles as if it was octopus." He wrinkles his nose.
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“All of those things are here?” Abe asks. “I’ve never seen any of them. Have you ever heard of a dybbuk?”
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"I believe they've been arriving with otherworlders, so it makes sense that locals may not have seen them before." He tilts his head at Abe with genuine curiosity. "I have not, but my ears will always be itching for a good story. Care to share?"
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“It’s a demon from Jewish folklore,” Abe explains. “I had an aunt possessed by a dybbuk.”
Rose groans and Midge rolls her eyes. “Papa, not the Aunt Bina story again.”
“Miriam, you know that I am not a man who subscribes to most folklore,” Abe continues, “but that woman hated everyone.”
“She did used to scare me as a kid,” Midge admits.
“Until the day she died - may her memory be a blessing - I came this close to asking the rabbi to perform an exorcism on her. Even if she wasn’t possessed maybe it would have at least improved her attitude.”
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Before Jaskier can stop himself, he reaches inside his jacket to get his notebook, because of course he carries that everywhere. You never know when you may get an interesting story, and this proves him right.
"Dybbuk, you said? How do you spell that?" He writes down every detail. "I'll look into it; Geralt may be interested as well. Many a myth from this world do match my world, others not so much. It's been fascinating to learn the differences." He puts his notebook back before returning to his meal. "That said, if you ever change your mind, we offer exorcisms as well." An awkward pause. "Magic exorcisms." As opposed to religious, he means. But he's not about to bring up the r-word, that will only end in disaster. "But effective all the same."
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Abe nods in agreement and even Rose can’t argue with that. While Abe spells the word for Jaskier, Midge brainstorms about other conversation topics, things that her parents and Jaskier might have in common. There isn’t much. She’ll settle on singing his praises for now.
“Anyway, he and Geralt came right away after I texted him about what was going on at the factory. Geralt does most of the actual fighting, but Jaskier was pretty brave too.” Midge smiles at him. He didn’t hesitate to run in when Geralt got hurt. “Oh, that reminds me! Moishe gave me some dresses for Ciri.”
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Her compliment makes him genuinely smile, and he can feel his heart getting giddy over it. Jaskier isn't always the bravest, to be fair, Geralt getting hurt just activates the stupidity button. But he's always happy to make a good impression.
The mention of a gift takes him by surprise. "He did? That's-- incredibly kind of him." Does that mean Joel didn't speak ill of Jaskier, or his father didn't take him seriously? Both possible explanations intrigue him. "I'll take them with me tonight, then. Send him my gratitude."
He takes a sip of his wine while wondering how the subject of Ciri came up at all. Midge promised before that she'd talk to the man about it, but he just worries about the Joel context. "That reminds me, I need to go shopping for the wedding. Between gigs, rehearsals, composing, hunts, and the typing classes--" And fucking multiple people, including Midge. "--my days have been busier than usual." An indirect way to show that he's more than a wandering musician. "Have you ladies picked your dresses yet?" he asks Rose and Midge before turning to Abe. "I'm guessing you're sticking to a black suit."
As boring as math.
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Abe looks back at him blankly. “What other color would I wear?”
“Miriam, the next day you’re free we need to go dress shopping,” Rose says.
“Neither of you already have a dress that would be appropriate for this wedding?” Abe asks.
“No.” Both mother and daughter answer in unison.
“I’m still trying to decide which color I should wear, since it’s a summer wedding,” Midge says. “Maybe lilac?”
“No, dear,” Rose replies. “It washes you out.”
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He can't help but snort around his next bite of meat at both Abe's question and the women's answer. Honestly, this man should know better by now.
"How about teal?" He leans back in his chair, swirling the wine in his cup. "To match the waves of the coast - soothing yet strong."
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Midge can’t help but laugh lightly at Jaskier’s use of the ‘free country’ phrase. He’s officially an American.
“That’s an idea.” She grins at him. “What color are you wearing?”
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See, Abe, there is a reason why Midge likes this guy. Jaskier can't help but wink at Rose with a grin, hoping she appreciates what he's doing here.
The grin turns into a sweet smile for Midge. "I haven't chosen yet, and all ideas I've been discussing with the band have been for the stage." It seems someone else will be packing a lot. He tilts his head. "Do you want us to match? Light teal dress, dark teal suit?"
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“I’d like that,” Midge replies. “I guess you’re suggesting garments made with magic?”
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