He holds her close and never stops rubbing her back, trying to shower her with affection.
"Well..." A pause as he thinks how to word this. "You already are the rebel daughter. Divorced, performing at strip clubs, saying naughty stuff, having a social life regardless of the children, dating outside your community... Can it truly get worse than their reactions to all of that?"
Laughter is good, Jaskier hopes. He kisses her tears away.
"I did not, you cheating, witty lady." He kisses her nose too. "I asked if it could really get worse than you working at a fucking strip club and making jokes about cocks. If they're still living with you after those two things, I have trouble believing that they'll get angry at you over anything else. Unless you like... murder the rabbi, I suppose."
She smiles when he kisses her face. Jaskier always knows how to make her feel better.
“You have a point,” she admits, “though I don’t really know how to approach them. Do you think I should say something the next time I feel like they aren’t being supportive?”
Would confronting them like that just make things worse?
"Mmmh..." He thinks about it for a second. "It does sound like the most natural thing, but it may also sound like you're starting an argument. Mayhaps you should sit them down with a glass of wine and an appetizer, say you want to talk? To keep everyone level-headed."
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"Well..." A pause as he thinks how to word this. "You already are the rebel daughter. Divorced, performing at strip clubs, saying naughty stuff, having a social life regardless of the children, dating outside your community... Can it truly get worse than their reactions to all of that?"
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“They could disown me, say they never want to see me again. I know. That’s probably unlikely. But you did ask for the worst case scenario.”
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"I did not, you cheating, witty lady." He kisses her nose too. "I asked if it could really get worse than you working at a fucking strip club and making jokes about cocks. If they're still living with you after those two things, I have trouble believing that they'll get angry at you over anything else. Unless you like... murder the rabbi, I suppose."
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“You have a point,” she admits, “though I don’t really know how to approach them. Do you think I should say something the next time I feel like they aren’t being supportive?”
Would confronting them like that just make things worse?
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