It is complicated, and she appreciates that he recognizes that. Any of her worry or hesitation isn’t about him personally. Midge just wants her family to accept them as a couple — and is doubtful that it’s going to happen.
“I think you should get Geralt one of those floral shirts,” Midge says with a smile as they pay at the register.
The register? Not so fast! Jaskier has sandals to try on. He makes Midge holds his things while he takes off his shoes to try on a very nice pair.
"You think I haven't tried?!" Here comes all the dramatic ranting. He would gesture if he wasn't trying on the sandals. "When I said there's nothing here for him, I mean nothing he'd accept. I'd kill to dress him nicely. All that amazing body, completely wasted! Fuck, forget dress - he doesn't even let me braid his hair!"
This is the frustration that has accumulated through twenty fucking years.
When the sandals are on, he shows them to Midge. "What do you think?"
All that amazing body, huh? Midge has long suspected that Jaskier is attracted to Geralt, and honestly, who could blame him? She wonders how deep the attraction goes though. It’s something to ask about, though definitely not right now.
“Now I’m imagining him with braided pigtails,” Midge says, then nods her approval at his shoes. “Those are nice. Are those to wear on the beach?”
"Not like that! Just one very tasteful braid, resting over his shoulder--" His rant finally calms down and he realizes Midge is kidding. "--that is pretty funny."
Her question makes him shrug. "I guess so." He'll wear them anyway.
On their way to the register, Jaskier picks up a hat, too. Once they've finally paid for everything, they leave with quite busy hands: one carrying their bags, the other with their arms linked. Jaskier wouldn't have it any other way.
"What do your children like anyway?" he asks as they look at the other shops.
“They’re nice shoes,” she continues. “Hopefully the sand and salt water won’t ruin them.”
Shops love to see them coming. They’re probably set for the weekend now. Maybe. Unless Midge sees something in one of the upscale boutiques along the way.
Midge blows air through her lips at that question. “Ethan likes Howdy Doody. Esther…” Midge hates feeling like she knows less about her daughter, but it’s true. “Maybe a baby doll? Kids appreciate anything you buy them.”
"That's not true at all," he says with a snort. "Esther, maybe, she's young enough not to understand much. But Ethan?" He shakes his head. "I hated it when father gifted me what was proper instead what I liked."
Of course, they discuss getting gifts for Geralt and the kids, yet they stop to look at the displays of the stores they like. Look at those cushions, aren't they lovely?
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“I think you should get Geralt one of those floral shirts,” Midge says with a smile as they pay at the register.
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"You think I haven't tried?!" Here comes all the dramatic ranting. He would gesture if he wasn't trying on the sandals. "When I said there's nothing here for him, I mean nothing he'd accept. I'd kill to dress him nicely. All that amazing body, completely wasted! Fuck, forget dress - he doesn't even let me braid his hair!"
This is the frustration that has accumulated through twenty fucking years.
When the sandals are on, he shows them to Midge. "What do you think?"
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“Now I’m imagining him with braided pigtails,” Midge says, then nods her approval at his shoes. “Those are nice. Are those to wear on the beach?”
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Her question makes him shrug. "I guess so." He'll wear them anyway.
On their way to the register, Jaskier picks up a hat, too. Once they've finally paid for everything, they leave with quite busy hands: one carrying their bags, the other with their arms linked. Jaskier wouldn't have it any other way.
"What do your children like anyway?" he asks as they look at the other shops.
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Shops love to see them coming. They’re probably set for the weekend now. Maybe. Unless Midge sees something in one of the upscale boutiques along the way.
Midge blows air through her lips at that question. “Ethan likes Howdy Doody. Esther…” Midge hates feeling like she knows less about her daughter, but it’s true. “Maybe a baby doll? Kids appreciate anything you buy them.”
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Of course, they discuss getting gifts for Geralt and the kids, yet they stop to look at the displays of the stores they like. Look at those cushions, aren't they lovely?