“It might not be that peaceful,” Midge concedes. Much like the state Jaskier’s room will be in that evening.
After redressing to go out in her coat, hat and gloves, Midge picks up her purse and the three of them walk outside. They look dapper, ready for a day out.
“Let’s take a cab. It’s a bit far to walk from here.”
At the curb, Midge raises her hand, trying to hail a taxi.
"Am I not the one supposed to do that?" he teases. "You're making me look like a bad gentleman."
Jaskier decides to let Midge sit in the middle when they take over the back seat. Usually, that's a spot for the smallest person, but he can tell Ciri is eager to chat, and he doesn't want to let go of his new girlfriend. So he keeps an arm around Midge's shoulders and lets his favorite girls sit together. Ciri showers Midge with questions about her clothes and makeup, the classic teenager that wishes to be as pretty and grownup as the women in the magazines. It's very cute and Jaskier smiles the whole ride, but part of him still worries about Ciri struggling with her identity.
Soon they arrive at the museum, and Jaskier lets Midge takes his arm while Ciri walks ahead of them. He realizes what they look like and hopes that Midge's age stops anyone from thinking that Ciri's their daughter.
"Do you promise this is a good place and I am not about to see a bunch of paint stains on canvas?"
“Just showcasing the unconventional nature of our relationship,” she replies with a smile. “Besides, they’re more likely to stop for a beautiful woman.”
Midge is happy to sit in the middle so that she and Ciri can talk, especially because she still gets to hold Jaskier’s hand. Makeup and fashion are two of Midge’s favorite topics, and it’s nice to get to talk about them. She promises Ciri that she’ll take her to the makeup counter at B Altman one day. All teenagers struggle with their identities. They have to explore different things in order to figure things out.
People might think that Ciri is one of their younger sisters. It depends on how complimentary the person wishes to be.
“I promise,” Midge says. “Most of that stuff is at MOMA.”
They stop inside to pick up a map. “Do you want to see paintings from the time on Earth that corresponds most to the place you two came from?”
The unconventional nature of our relationship makes him laugh. Oh, he loves that.
"I want to see everything!"
And he means it.
Jaskier just follows the map in order - usually, he's more of an agent of chaos, but he doesn't want to miss a single thing. He stops at every painting and every statue, always spending several seconds to admire the details and make some commentary on them. Ciri does enjoy the art itself, but thinks Jaskier stays too long at each piece.
When they reach 'their' time period, Jaskier can help but freeze and stare.
This is slower than Midge would prefer to progress through the museum, but she’s trying to let Jaskier experience what he wants to experience. The ancient Egyptian works are interesting. The early European art, less so. A lot of religious scenes. She’s sure they’re not Jaskier’s favorites either.
Things start to change when they get to the Renaissance. Jaskier’s reaction makes Midge smile.
“Hmm…” she leans in to look at the dates of the paintings. “1600s. Yep. That’s about right.”
Turning a corner, Midge comes face to face with this painting and calls Jaskier and Ciri over. “See? I told you we had bards.”
Since the art isn't preaching at him, Jaskier can still appreciate the religious paintings. He knows that getting funds from the church is the only way for many artists to survive; the same happened in his world. And in many cases here, he doesn't even recognize them as religious scenes - some of them aren't as obvious if you don't know the myths.
Cirilla giggles at the painting of the bard, but Jaskier is absolutely delighted. After the initial gasp, he gets as close as possible to take in every detail.
"Oh, look at him! That grin, he looks so happy! And he's actually wearing colors, too! The lute--"
He has a lot to say about the lute. Stop him while you can.
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After redressing to go out in her coat, hat and gloves, Midge picks up her purse and the three of them walk outside. They look dapper, ready for a day out.
“Let’s take a cab. It’s a bit far to walk from here.”
At the curb, Midge raises her hand, trying to hail a taxi.
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Jaskier decides to let Midge sit in the middle when they take over the back seat. Usually, that's a spot for the smallest person, but he can tell Ciri is eager to chat, and he doesn't want to let go of his new girlfriend. So he keeps an arm around Midge's shoulders and lets his favorite girls sit together. Ciri showers Midge with questions about her clothes and makeup, the classic teenager that wishes to be as pretty and grownup as the women in the magazines. It's very cute and Jaskier smiles the whole ride, but part of him still worries about Ciri struggling with her identity.
Soon they arrive at the museum, and Jaskier lets Midge takes his arm while Ciri walks ahead of them. He realizes what they look like and hopes that Midge's age stops anyone from thinking that Ciri's their daughter.
"Do you promise this is a good place and I am not about to see a bunch of paint stains on canvas?"
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Midge is happy to sit in the middle so that she and Ciri can talk, especially because she still gets to hold Jaskier’s hand. Makeup and fashion are two of Midge’s favorite topics, and it’s nice to get to talk about them. She promises Ciri that she’ll take her to the makeup counter at B Altman one day. All teenagers struggle with their identities. They have to explore different things in order to figure things out.
People might think that Ciri is one of their younger sisters. It depends on how complimentary the person wishes to be.
“I promise,” Midge says. “Most of that stuff is at MOMA.”
They stop inside to pick up a map. “Do you want to see paintings from the time on Earth that corresponds most to the place you two came from?”
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"I want to see everything!"
And he means it.
Jaskier just follows the map in order - usually, he's more of an agent of chaos, but he doesn't want to miss a single thing. He stops at every painting and every statue, always spending several seconds to admire the details and make some commentary on them. Ciri does enjoy the art itself, but thinks Jaskier stays too long at each piece.
When they reach 'their' time period, Jaskier can help but freeze and stare.
"This is... uncanny, to say the least."
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Things start to change when they get to the Renaissance. Jaskier’s reaction makes Midge smile.
“Hmm…” she leans in to look at the dates of the paintings. “1600s. Yep. That’s about right.”
Turning a corner, Midge comes face to face with this painting and calls Jaskier and Ciri over. “See? I told you we had bards.”
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Cirilla giggles at the painting of the bard, but Jaskier is absolutely delighted. After the initial gasp, he gets as close as possible to take in every detail.
"Oh, look at him! That grin, he looks so happy! And he's actually wearing colors, too! The lute--"
He has a lot to say about the lute. Stop him while you can.
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“There’s us at the gig.” Midge squints at the painting. “Really weird proportions on that. The woman seems like kind of an afterthought.”