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?"
Jaskier tenses and looks around, feeling like a fish out of water. He isn't sure what just happened to the conversation.
"...do what? Go to a tailor?" Then Midge asks her question, and it finally sinks in. He can't stop a little fuck under his breath. So much for manners, all the hand gesturing comes out now. "Oh, no- I meant regular clothes, but chosen accordingly? Accessory well, pick fabric colors that go with your skin tone, and a style that fits a certain presence." A little sigh. Real Jaskier has come through, so much for all the effort he's put in tonight. "A child and a middle-aged man shouldn't be buying the same suit. A musician and a professor shouldn't be buying the same suit. Yet I get the feeling that's what all men do here. They just buy a black suit."
The worst part is, he could ask Yennefer for something for himself, maybe for Midge, but definitely not the whole family. So it feels extra weird.
“Oh!” Midge replies. Clearly she and her parents had both misunderstood what Jaskier was suggesting. For Midge, she had assumed that he meant using Yennefer’s magic like they did for the dress she wore home from his house.
She hopes that neither of her parents heard his muttered curse.
“Most men don’t like a lot of vibrant colors in a suit,” Midge says. She and Jaskier have had this conversation before.
Abe nods. “I’ve had tailoring done when I need it but… eh, it’s a lot of hassle, isn’t it?”
“A haute couture suit is very expensive,” Rose adds. “That’s a lot to spend for Leah’s wedding.”
“Miriam still gets her discount at B Altman,” Abe says.
Midge looks at Jaskier. So much for encouraging her parents to make daring fashion choices. Off the rack it will be. Honestly, Midge plans to hopefully find something off the rack as well.
When Midge looks at him, Jaskier mouths sorry at her. He feels like he's put her on the spot.
"This suit is from B Altam," Jaskier clarifies. "Miriam has guided me to learn about the local fashion, and I've found many clothes that fit my tastes." With a bit of whining, Midge probably remembers, but details. "It doesn't have to be vibrant or tailored. Dark red or dark green would fit you well, sir. Copper red would be very academic and fitting for your age."
The conversation has gotten weird and Jaskier doesn't know where he's standing now, which he hates. He's supposed to know how to navigate these situations. At least they don't seem to actually dislike him? So it's something? Better than outright hating him, which is what he expected - but that's because he's been curating what to show.
After emptying his glass (he needs the alcohol now), he smiles at Midge. "I trust your taste, and you know how I dress. Pick the color you want for your dress and I'll match accordingly. Is there something else I should know? I believe you mentioned the whole weekend?"
“Thanks…” says Abe. This conversation has indeed gotten weird. “I… think a black suit is more appropriate for a wedding.”
“It is a summer wedding though,” Rose adds.
Noticing that everyone has finished eating, Midge takes the opportunity to rescue Jaskier. “Jaskier and I will clear the table,” she says, standing up. “We can discuss what other clothing you’ll need for the weekend when we’re in the kitchen.”
After they pick up the plates, the two of them escape to the kitchen. “I thought maybe you needed a minute,” Midge tells him in a low voice before turning on the sink to drown out their conversation.
"The lady is right," Jaskier says to back up Rose. He actually thinks colors are a year long thing, but he'll use any argument available to change Abe's mind.
As soon as Midge mentions clearing the table, Jaskier stands up to help. He can tell what she's secretly doing, but he would've helped anyway. It's what he does when Geralt cooks at home.
The kitchen door is closed, he notices. So as soon as their arms are free of plates, Jaskier wraps his around Midge and buries his face in her neck.
"Indeed I did. Thank you, darling." He takes a second to take in her perfume. "I didn't get you in trouble, did I?"
Jaskier clings to that kiss for a second, and pulling back is incredibly hard. He just wants to drag her to the couch and cuddle. He hadn't been kidding about how busy his days have become.
"I don't even know anymore," he answers with a chuckle when she asks about what. "Ah, but you expected them to get suspicious, right? And we're doing so well denying it by hiding in the kitchen. Alone." His tone is teasing, and before he can stop himself, he kisses her again. "Missed you."
“Yeah. Maybe not so subtle.” She can’t really bring herself to care. “I missed you too.” After another kiss, she extricates herself from his arms and starts to rinse the plates.
“We can use this time to come up with some topics that might lead to good conversation with my parents. You’re an intellectual.” Of sorts. “What are some topics that interest you?”
He whimpers when she leaves his arms, but he can't blame her. Gosh, the urge to kidnap her is getting stronger. After taking off his jacket, he rolls up his sleeves and grabs a towel to dry the dishes that she rinses.
It reminds him of dinners at home, and he realizes this is... kinda domestic. The thought hits him like a truck, and he almost panics. Thankfully, Midge has a topic of conversation, and it allows his mind to get distracted.
He chuckles when she calls him an intellectual. "There are many a topic I like, but I'm worried that if we get engaged in philosophical debate, it may turn into an argument. As intellectual debates often end up." He thinks about it for a second. "I'll ask him about the piano. Since I don't know the instrument well, yet, I can't get angry at what he says about it." Jaskier winks. "And he seemed to like the lute. What did you think of the song, anyway? It was one of Leah's requests."
Midge would probably allow herself to be kidnapped by him without much protest. She’ll come up with whatever excuses she has to.
“The piano’s a good topic,” she replies with a nod. “Do you know much about classical composers in this world? Honestly, if you don’t, you could just let Papa tell you about them, because he will.
The song you played was good. I guess Leah is going more traditional than I thought.”
"I've been listening to a few of them, I just haven't learned the details yet." He hums a bit of Ode to Joy. "That's actually an excellent idea - it's a topic I want to learn about anyway, so it's a win-win. Such a smart lady." He kisses Midge's cheek.
"I wouldn't call the party completely traditional. She asked for two specific songs for two specific moments. There's-- a dance in a circle? I forgot the name, but I swear I wrote it all down," he quickly adds. He doesn't want to seem like he isn't taking this seriously. "And another one for men dancing for the bride. Outside of those two, she wants regular music to dance to. Nothing dirty, however, so I won't be able to seduce you from the stage." He's teasing. "From what she told me, the actual ceremony will be more traditional, but I'll only be playing during the party. So I can sit with you and we can criticize all the suits together."
“Of course I am,” Midge says with a little smile. That settled, they can talk about the wedding for a bit.
“Hava Nagila,” she tells him. “I’m sure you’ll still try to seduce me from the stage. Most of the suits you’re going to see will be black. Probably 95%.” Midge hands him another plate. “Dark teal will stand out, but I think it would look very nice on you. It’ll bring out your eyes.”
"Yes! That's it." He hums a bit of Hava Nagila too. It's a catchy tune, he must admit.
"I like standing out, no need to sell it to me." Another wink. "I think it'd look amazing on you, too, but had to play nice in front of your mother. Although the beach connection wasn't a lie." Every plate she passes, he grabs without hesitation. Moving automatically helps not to think about it. "Teal it is then. Although I'll change for the stage. Sooo... the wedding is on Sunday and we get Saturday for ourselves? Did I get that right?"
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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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"...do what? Go to a tailor?" Then Midge asks her question, and it finally sinks in. He can't stop a little fuck under his breath. So much for manners, all the hand gesturing comes out now. "Oh, no- I meant regular clothes, but chosen accordingly? Accessory well, pick fabric colors that go with your skin tone, and a style that fits a certain presence." A little sigh. Real Jaskier has come through, so much for all the effort he's put in tonight. "A child and a middle-aged man shouldn't be buying the same suit. A musician and a professor shouldn't be buying the same suit. Yet I get the feeling that's what all men do here. They just buy a black suit."
The worst part is, he could ask Yennefer for something for himself, maybe for Midge, but definitely not the whole family. So it feels extra weird.
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She hopes that neither of her parents heard his muttered curse.
“Most men don’t like a lot of vibrant colors in a suit,” Midge says. She and Jaskier have had this conversation before.
Abe nods. “I’ve had tailoring done when I need it but… eh, it’s a lot of hassle, isn’t it?”
“A haute couture suit is very expensive,” Rose adds. “That’s a lot to spend for Leah’s wedding.”
“Miriam still gets her discount at B Altman,” Abe says.
Midge looks at Jaskier. So much for encouraging her parents to make daring fashion choices. Off the rack it will be. Honestly, Midge plans to hopefully find something off the rack as well.
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"This suit is from B Altam," Jaskier clarifies. "Miriam has guided me to learn about the local fashion, and I've found many clothes that fit my tastes." With a bit of whining, Midge probably remembers, but details. "It doesn't have to be vibrant or tailored. Dark red or dark green would fit you well, sir. Copper red would be very academic and fitting for your age."
The conversation has gotten weird and Jaskier doesn't know where he's standing now, which he hates. He's supposed to know how to navigate these situations. At least they don't seem to actually dislike him? So it's something? Better than outright hating him, which is what he expected - but that's because he's been curating what to show.
After emptying his glass (he needs the alcohol now), he smiles at Midge. "I trust your taste, and you know how I dress. Pick the color you want for your dress and I'll match accordingly. Is there something else I should know? I believe you mentioned the whole weekend?"
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“It is a summer wedding though,” Rose adds.
Noticing that everyone has finished eating, Midge takes the opportunity to rescue Jaskier. “Jaskier and I will clear the table,” she says, standing up. “We can discuss what other clothing you’ll need for the weekend when we’re in the kitchen.”
After they pick up the plates, the two of them escape to the kitchen. “I thought maybe you needed a minute,” Midge tells him in a low voice before turning on the sink to drown out their conversation.
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As soon as Midge mentions clearing the table, Jaskier stands up to help. He can tell what she's secretly doing, but he would've helped anyway. It's what he does when Geralt cooks at home.
The kitchen door is closed, he notices. So as soon as their arms are free of plates, Jaskier wraps his around Midge and buries his face in her neck.
"Indeed I did. Thank you, darling." He takes a second to take in her perfume. "I didn't get you in trouble, did I?"
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“No,” she replies. “About what? I don’t think they hate you, Jaskier, though I’m sure they suspect that we’re more than friends.”
The two of them can’t hide their obvious affection for each other.
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"I don't even know anymore," he answers with a chuckle when she asks about what. "Ah, but you expected them to get suspicious, right? And we're doing so well denying it by hiding in the kitchen. Alone." His tone is teasing, and before he can stop himself, he kisses her again. "Missed you."
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“We can use this time to come up with some topics that might lead to good conversation with my parents. You’re an intellectual.” Of sorts. “What are some topics that interest you?”
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It reminds him of dinners at home, and he realizes this is... kinda domestic. The thought hits him like a truck, and he almost panics. Thankfully, Midge has a topic of conversation, and it allows his mind to get distracted.
He chuckles when she calls him an intellectual. "There are many a topic I like, but I'm worried that if we get engaged in philosophical debate, it may turn into an argument. As intellectual debates often end up." He thinks about it for a second. "I'll ask him about the piano. Since I don't know the instrument well, yet, I can't get angry at what he says about it." Jaskier winks. "And he seemed to like the lute. What did you think of the song, anyway? It was one of Leah's requests."
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“The piano’s a good topic,” she replies with a nod. “Do you know much about classical composers in this world? Honestly, if you don’t, you could just let Papa tell you about them, because he will.
The song you played was good. I guess Leah is going more traditional than I thought.”
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"I wouldn't call the party completely traditional. She asked for two specific songs for two specific moments. There's-- a dance in a circle? I forgot the name, but I swear I wrote it all down," he quickly adds. He doesn't want to seem like he isn't taking this seriously. "And another one for men dancing for the bride. Outside of those two, she wants regular music to dance to. Nothing dirty, however, so I won't be able to seduce you from the stage." He's teasing. "From what she told me, the actual ceremony will be more traditional, but I'll only be playing during the party. So I can sit with you and we can criticize all the suits together."
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“Hava Nagila,” she tells him. “I’m sure you’ll still try to seduce me from the stage. Most of the suits you’re going to see will be black. Probably 95%.” Midge hands him another plate. “Dark teal will stand out, but I think it would look very nice on you. It’ll bring out your eyes.”
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"I like standing out, no need to sell it to me." Another wink. "I think it'd look amazing on you, too, but had to play nice in front of your mother. Although the beach connection wasn't a lie." Every plate she passes, he grabs without hesitation. Moving automatically helps not to think about it. "Teal it is then. Although I'll change for the stage. Sooo... the wedding is on Sunday and we get Saturday for ourselves? Did I get that right?"