It’s the difference between experiencing life that way and growing up not wanting for anything.
“Oh,” Midge replies, “I didn’t know you wanted to keep it. There wasn’t that much left…”
She goes to the trash and pulls out the trays, which are still mostly intact. “I know it’s gross to pull things out of the trash, but it was in there for less than 30 seconds and the bag was empty.” That makes it fine in her book.
He can't help but laugh at her description while searching for some tupperware in the cupboards.
"Trust me, dear, I have eaten worse. That?" He points at the trays with a nod. "It's fucking spotless." The leftovers are moved to a single plastic container. "One time, Geralt's hair dripped some drowner blood into my ale. I spat it all over the tavern floor."
“I don’t know what that is, but I wouldn’t want any type of blood in my drink.” After finishing washing the silverware and cups, Midge sets them on a towel to dry.
“I guess you really liked it,” Midge says. “Is that why you wanted to keep it?”
"Aquatic monsters. We've found them here, too; they've been living in the sewers. Which I guess fits, considering how disgusting they are." To be fair, most (if not all) monsters are fucking disgusting.
Jaskier puts the container in the fridge and brings out the stuff to make a sundae. He answers her comment while peeling some fruit.
"It was good, sure, but it's more about not wasting food. If it's not rotten, why throw it away?"
Midge makes a face. “Thankfully the sewers aren’t a place that I frequent.” Those spiders that he and Geralt fought were completely disgusting.
His explanation makes sense. Her parents used to harp on her for wasting food despite having plenty of it in the kitchen. “Is there enough to make another meal out of it?”
"What, not planning to put up a show for the leeches?" Just a dumb joke.
He nods at her question while handing her a kiwi. Get peeling too, Midge. "For just one person? As long as they don't have a witcher's appetite, sure. It saves you in a pinch. Great breakfast, too, if you wake up with a hangover and no energy to cook."
“Nah. They tend to suck the life out of the room.” Bah dum bum tiss.
Putting her to work? So rude. Midge gets a knife and starts chopping. “How would you know about that?” she teases. “Well, feel free to take it with you. I guess when I cook for your family I need to plan for the fact that Geralt eats enough for what? Two people? Three people?”
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I didn’t realize there was anything left lol
“Oh,” Midge replies, “I didn’t know you wanted to keep it. There wasn’t that much left…”
She goes to the trash and pulls out the trays, which are still mostly intact. “I know it’s gross to pull things out of the trash, but it was in there for less than 30 seconds and the bag was empty.” That makes it fine in her book.
their mouths were too busy to finish it lol
"Trust me, dear, I have eaten worse. That?" He points at the trays with a nod. "It's fucking spotless." The leftovers are moved to a single plastic container. "One time, Geralt's hair dripped some drowner blood into my ale. I spat it all over the tavern floor."
it’s true
“I guess you really liked it,” Midge says. “Is that why you wanted to keep it?”
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Jaskier puts the container in the fridge and brings out the stuff to make a sundae. He answers her comment while peeling some fruit.
"It was good, sure, but it's more about not wasting food. If it's not rotten, why throw it away?"
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His explanation makes sense. Her parents used to harp on her for wasting food despite having plenty of it in the kitchen. “Is there enough to make another meal out of it?”
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He nods at her question while handing her a kiwi. Get peeling too, Midge. "For just one person? As long as they don't have a witcher's appetite, sure. It saves you in a pinch. Great breakfast, too, if you wake up with a hangover and no energy to cook."
Talking from experience? Maybe.
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Putting her to work? So rude. Midge gets a knife and starts chopping. “How would you know about that?” she teases. “Well, feel free to take it with you. I guess when I cook for your family I need to plan for the fact that Geralt eats enough for what? Two people? Three people?”