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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“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?"