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.
“Her tits look very uncomfortable,” Midge agrees. “Bras and girdles are bad enough. Corsets are torture.”
She turns to Ciri as they walk to the next gallery. “Sounds like my Bubbe, or grandmother. She wasn’t very nice towards the end, but I think she was in a lot of pain.”
That’s not quite the same situation as Ciri’s grandmother, but Midge is trying to sympathize.
This conversation has definitely taken a turn. Jakier wonders if he should've brought up Cirilla's childhood at all, but it's not like she minded answering his question. She comes closer and searches for his hand, so Jaskier holds it gently and gives it a comforting squeeze.
"So she got sick? And before that, she was nice?" Ciri asks Midge while staying glued to Jaskier. "Do you have good memories of her?"
Poor thing. The way she reaches for Jaskier’s hand is so sweet.
“I do,” Midge replies. “She taught me to cook some things, and she always used to tell me Russian folk tales. That’s how I got interested in Russian Literature.”
“Cooking is fun sometimes,” Midge says. “It’s nice that you have a lot of other people in your house to help with it.” Thats not the case for most housewives.
She gives Jaskier a pointed look. “Do you know how to cook?”
"What's with all the judging?" he asks, his offence clearly exaggerated for the sake of dramatics. "I know SOME stuff! I told you about my stew and Geralt teaching me how to clean a fish and rabbits. And don't get me started on the squirrels."
Ciri groans in frustration. "Not the squirrel story again..."
"That shall be our next date, then. No squirrel, I can't even think about those little fuckers anymore." Ciri rolls her eyes, since clearly he doesn't mind thinking about them if it means sharing the fucking story.
The Impressionism section is indeed beautiful and they don't know where to put their eyes first. Luckily, Midge knows exactly what to do. Jaskier stares at the painting in pure amazement and miraculously stays silent for a few minutes, taking it in.
"...stunning," he finally says. "That starry night - you painted stars that, like you, are light years away from anyone else. Looking on the serene village scene from an insurmountable distance for you saw things, like no one before, nor since."
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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.”
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"What happened to her chest?" Ciri asks, unsure if being amused or weirded out.
"She reminds me of the Duchess of Attre," Jaskier replies between chuckles. "Did you get to meet her?"
Ciri nods. "We didn't talk much. Grandmother didn't like her."
Jaskie snorts. "Your grandmother didn't like anybody." Ciri's eyes get a bit sad, but she still chuckles.
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She turns to Ciri as they walk to the next gallery. “Sounds like my Bubbe, or grandmother. She wasn’t very nice towards the end, but I think she was in a lot of pain.”
That’s not quite the same situation as Ciri’s grandmother, but Midge is trying to sympathize.
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"So she got sick? And before that, she was nice?" Ciri asks Midge while staying glued to Jaskier. "Do you have good memories of her?"
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“I do,” Midge replies. “She taught me to cook some things, and she always used to tell me Russian folk tales. That’s how I got interested in Russian Literature.”
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"You just want to avoid chores," Jaskier teases.
"That's not true!" Ciri pouts and pulls at Jaskier's arm, but he only laughs.
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She gives Jaskier a pointed look. “Do you know how to cook?”
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"What's with all the judging?" he asks, his offence clearly exaggerated for the sake of dramatics. "I know SOME stuff! I told you about my stew and Geralt teaching me how to clean a fish and rabbits. And don't get me started on the squirrels."
Ciri groans in frustration. "Not the squirrel story again..."
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They move on to Impressionism and Midge smiles.
“Aren’t these beautiful? I’m going to show you one of the most famous paintings in the world.”
Moments later, they’re standing in front of Van Gogh’s Starry Night.
(by John Watt)
The Impressionism section is indeed beautiful and they don't know where to put their eyes first. Luckily, Midge knows exactly what to do. Jaskier stares at the painting in pure amazement and miraculously stays silent for a few minutes, taking it in.
"...stunning," he finally says. "That starry night - you painted stars that, like you, are light years away from anyone else. Looking on the serene village scene from an insurmountable distance for you saw things, like no one before, nor since."