Midge has seen that softer side of Geralt, at least with his helping in the kitchen. Plus, it’s clear that he loves his friends and family. Now he’ll have a mini Roach.
Eh, it’s just a little kiss. The clerk can get over it.
“Oh yes,” she tells Jaskier. “Clever too. She’s figured out how to get out of her crib and her playpen.”
That makes him laugh. "She's an escape artist! Now we know who to call when we're in jail."
Now that gets them an even worse look. Jaskier just grins and waves at the clerk on their way out. When they walk by a small plant stand, Jaskier buys a red tropical flower and puts it behind Midge's ear.
"Oh! That's a great idea. Should we both get one? Since our clothes already match in color, we can make it a complete set." He then grins with a mischievous spark in his eyes. "For the ceremony, at least. Wait until you see what I got for the stage."
The mention of sequins makes him laugh. "Goodness, no! No sequins, I promise. Interesting things they are, though. Can they actually be used finely? Do you have a dress with sequins?"
"Your taste is indeed spectacular, dear," he says with a nod. "Well, not counting your exes, of course."
He hasn't met Benjamin, so that plural means he's throwing Lenny in there. Yeah, he's totally counting him, thank you very much.
"New Year and Samhain are the only holidays I've recognized, so I look forward to them. I suppose the red and green thingy before the New Year counts as a winter solstice? But that's quite a stretch."
Jaskier doesn’t like any of the men she’s been with (or hasn’t even been with), just by the nature of their association with her. Prove her wrong!
“Christmas?” Midge asks, laughing at him referring to it as ‘the red and green thingy’. “Yes. It’s to celebrate the birth of Jesus, but it was a pagan holiday before Christians took it over. Can you imagine just co-opting a holiday like that?”
He doesn't like them because they're mean to him!!! The world isn't ready for Jaskier to see Benjamin's test in art.
He curses under his breath when he says the holiday was stolen. "Of course it was," he replies with a sigh. "Yeah, I've seen it before. Our Samhain was taken from the elves." He tilts his head at her. "I take it you don't do Christmas?"
Joel is jealous. Lenny just told Jaskier a truth that he wasn’t ready to face yet.
“No,” she replies. “I’m Jewish and it’s a Christian holiday.” Are they about to have a conversation about religion? How does this keep happening? “The two religions are linked, but they’re very different. Jesus was a Jew, and we regard him as a prophet, but there were people who thought he was the son of God, a savior of the people. Jews don’t believe that. The people that did spun off and created their own religion.”
He just wants to have a chat about the holidays! How does he keep finding himself in these situations?
"Right," he replies with another nod. There was something about this when he tried to do the reading, but it was hard to keep up with the details. He was both bored and annoyed by it. Everyone keeps saying that Christmas is a family thing, but he isn't sure how they're going to tackle it yet.
"Are festivals not a thing in this country? Or is it New York? I couldn't find any on the holiday list."
Christmas is pretty commercial these days. Midge doesn’t celebrate it, but even she can’t escape from all of the traditions that have leaked into secular life. Still, it helps that she lives in a place with a lot of other Jews. It’s not like other cities or small towns where Christmas is everywhere and everything shuts down on Christmas Day.
"I'll take that as a no then," he says with a mix of amusement and disappointment. "You know... festivals! Music, dancing, food booths, game booths, lanterns, handicrafts, archery, jugglers..."
And of course, prayer, but he isn't going to include that.
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I have no idea when festivals became a thing so we’re just going with this
“Oh,” she says, after thinking for a moment. “I know what you mean now. Like the spring festival in Central Park? Those are usually put on by local cities and aren’t tied to any one religion, but I guess something like that is technically celebrating the coming of spring, something that would have been celebrated a long time ago.”
"Yes, seasonal festivals work, that's exactly what I'm talking about! Harvest festivals, flower festivals!" Then it hits him. "Wait - there was a spring festival in Central Park? Fuck, I missed it."
At that moment, he sees a bookshop, and a cute, little, excited gasp leaves his lips as he drags Midge inside. A cat is sleeping on the table of new releases, and Jaskier gives her a scratch before checking the titles. "My Family and Other Animals" makes him laugh pretty hard.
“We’ll go next year,” Midge says with a smile. They have a lot to get through before spring comes, but she would like to think that they two of them can make it as a couple of they want to. And Midge really wants to.
As if they could pass a bookstore without Jaskier going in. “Accurate book title,” Midge comments. “I should probably look for a beach read.”
"Sounds like a plan~" It's an automatic response. He isn't even thinking about next year.
He takes a copy of "My Family and Other Animals" for himself before he keeps looking around. The romance section gets a chuckle out of him.
"These covers are insane," he say before picking up a particular one. "Next time we shall ride like this." He tilts his head. "Something tells me that 'a beach read' isn't just something you take to the beach."
Midge takes the book from him so that she can read the description. “Jaskier, I trust you, but that woman is falling off the horse.” Not doing a whole lot for her apprehension about riding. “They’re usually books that aren’t too heavy or serious. This one is perfect, actually.”
She loves a good medieval romance, which might explain her whole relationship with Jaskier.
He's checking out the poetry when she makes her decision, so he immediately comes back to her side when he hears it.
"I was joking! You're truly choosing that one?" He takes the book back and starts reading the description aloud with his best reciting voice, adding a bit of sultriness in there.
"He rode out of the darkness astride a coal-black stallion, appearing from nowhere like a phantom in the night. To the lords and ladies he robbed, he was an unprincipled highwayman, a common thief who deserved to swing from the gallows on Tyburn Hill. But to Lady Bliss Paynter, he was a thrilling enigma, an uncommonly skilled lover who had stolen nothing from her but a breathless kiss. Promised to an influential nobleman, Bliss knew she could have no future with the man who haunted her daydreams. But before she resigned herself to a loveless marriage, she would know one night of ecstasy in those forbidden arms... one night of wild passion in her lonely bed... one night of throbbing intimacy that would change all nights to come."
There's a big, knowing smile on his face as he hands the book back to her. "Oh, geez, I wonder why you would've possibly chosen this one. A reeeeal mystery." He kisses her cheek. "I'll borrow it later."
Midge turns the color of a tomato as Jaskier reads the back of the book aloud. People are starting to look, some of them with shock and mild horror. She snatches the book back when he’s done. “And I’ll bet you dollars to donuts that the supposed highwayman is actually a member of the nobility too.” Yeah. When art imitates life, huh?
She picks up another book. “Maybe I’ll also get this book on indoor plants to restore some of my dignity.”
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Eh, it’s just a little kiss. The clerk can get over it.
“Oh yes,” she tells Jaskier. “Clever too. She’s figured out how to get out of her crib and her playpen.”
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Now that gets them an even worse look. Jaskier just grins and waves at the clerk on their way out. When they walk by a small plant stand, Jaskier buys a red tropical flower and puts it behind Midge's ear.
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They continue their stroll hand in hand down the boardwalk. Midge grins at Jaskier when he buys her the flower and tucks it behind her ear.
“Thank you, love. Do you want me to get you a flower for your lapel on the morning of the wedding?”
If she buys one now, it will be wilted by Sunday.
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Midge raises an eyebrow at him. “Does it involve sequins?”
That wouldn’t surprise her.
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The mention of sequins makes him laugh. "Goodness, no! No sequins, I promise. Interesting things they are, though. Can they actually be used finely? Do you have a dress with sequins?"
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“I do!” She replies. “It’s probably best suited for a New Year’s Eve party, but I think it looks nice. You know my taste is impeccable.”
She picked him, after all.
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He hasn't met Benjamin, so that plural means he's throwing Lenny in there. Yeah, he's totally counting him, thank you very much.
"New Year and Samhain are the only holidays I've recognized, so I look forward to them. I suppose the red and green thingy before the New Year counts as a winter solstice? But that's quite a stretch."
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“Christmas?” Midge asks, laughing at him referring to it as ‘the red and green thingy’. “Yes. It’s to celebrate the birth of Jesus, but it was a pagan holiday before Christians took it over. Can you imagine just co-opting a holiday like that?”
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He curses under his breath when he says the holiday was stolen. "Of course it was," he replies with a sigh. "Yeah, I've seen it before. Our Samhain was taken from the elves." He tilts his head at her. "I take it you don't do Christmas?"
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“No,” she replies. “I’m Jewish and it’s a Christian holiday.” Are they about to have a conversation about religion? How does this keep happening? “The two religions are linked, but they’re very different. Jesus was a Jew, and we regard him as a prophet, but there were people who thought he was the son of God, a savior of the people. Jews don’t believe that. The people that did spun off and created their own religion.”
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"Right," he replies with another nod. There was something about this when he tried to do the reading, but it was hard to keep up with the details. He was both bored and annoyed by it. Everyone keeps saying that Christmas is a family thing, but he isn't sure how they're going to tackle it yet.
"Are festivals not a thing in this country? Or is it New York? I couldn't find any on the holiday list."
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“What kind of festivals?” she asks.
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And of course, prayer, but he isn't going to include that.
I have no idea when festivals became a thing so we’re just going with this
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At that moment, he sees a bookshop, and a cute, little, excited gasp leaves his lips as he drags Midge inside. A cat is sleeping on the table of new releases, and Jaskier gives her a scratch before checking the titles. "My Family and Other Animals" makes him laugh pretty hard.
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As if they could pass a bookstore without Jaskier going in. “Accurate book title,” Midge comments. “I should probably look for a beach read.”
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He takes a copy of "My Family and Other Animals" for himself before he keeps looking around. The romance section gets a chuckle out of him.
"These covers are insane," he say before picking up a particular one. "Next time we shall ride like this." He tilts his head. "Something tells me that 'a beach read' isn't just something you take to the beach."
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Midge takes the book from him so that she can read the description. “Jaskier, I trust you, but that woman is falling off the horse.” Not doing a whole lot for her apprehension about riding. “They’re usually books that aren’t too heavy or serious. This one is perfect, actually.”
She loves a good medieval romance, which might explain her whole relationship with Jaskier.
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"I was joking! You're truly choosing that one?" He takes the book back and starts reading the description aloud with his best reciting voice, adding a bit of sultriness in there.
"He rode out of the darkness astride a coal-black stallion, appearing from nowhere like a phantom in the night. To the lords and ladies he robbed, he was an unprincipled highwayman, a common thief who deserved to swing from the gallows on Tyburn Hill. But to Lady Bliss Paynter, he was a thrilling enigma, an uncommonly skilled lover who had stolen nothing from her but a breathless kiss. Promised to an influential nobleman, Bliss knew she could have no future with the man who haunted her daydreams. But before she resigned herself to a loveless marriage, she would know one night of ecstasy in those forbidden arms... one night of wild passion in her lonely bed... one night of throbbing intimacy that would change all nights to come."
There's a big, knowing smile on his face as he hands the book back to her. "Oh, geez, I wonder why you would've possibly chosen this one. A reeeeal mystery." He kisses her cheek. "I'll borrow it later."
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She picks up another book. “Maybe I’ll also get this book on indoor plants to restore some of my dignity.”