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"I love you, too, dear."

He kisses her softly and lets it linger, rubbing their noses with cute affection.

"I will always fight for you. That much I can promise." And in a verbal fight, he can protect her. In a physical fight, not so much - but if she only wants him to try, that he can do.

That last part, though? He snorts. "I learned how to wash blood off clothes, does that count?"

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“A valuable skill,” Midge says with a nod. “I can’t always get it out.”

She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Fight over, hopefully. Maybe Jaskier can better understand some of the pressure that she’s been under. It’s easy to say that you don’t care what society thinks, but much harder to live it, especially for a woman.

“Are you hungry?”

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"You send me a text next time you get your period, then," he teases.

After a quick kiss to her cheek, Jaskier stands up and stretches his arms above his head. His shirt raises a bit and shows his belly hair.

"I'm mainly thirsty, but yes, hungry as well." He offers his hand to Midge. "Time for lunch. Mayhaps not a grill? I don't think sitting near a fire is a great idea under the summer heat."

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“Okay,” she says. If he wants to accept that challenge, bring it on.

Midge can’t help but reach up and touch that bare belly before allowing him to help her up.

“Oh, it’s a regular restaurant,” she says. “We won’t be near the grill. But there’s a sandwich shop also, if you’d rather have that.”

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He can't help jumping a little when she touches his belly, but he grins and pokes her ribs in return.

"Oh, regular restaurant works, let's do that. We're on the coast; I want to see what fish and seafood they have. It must be fresh, right? I bet there's a fishing port somewhere around here."

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“Hey!” she says playfully, trying to grab his finger.

“The hotel restaurant has a lot seafood on the menu. We can have that for dinner. I’m kind of in the mood for a hot dog right now.”

It must be the shore, making her think of Coney Island.

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"A hot dog! That's not lunch, that's a snack!"

But he still puts his arm around her waist and takes her to an area with tables where a few food trucks have set up camp.

"You will run out of hot dog energy in the middle of a swim and I'll have to pull you out of the waves. I don't want to be responsible for what that will do to your hair."

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Midge scoffs playfully. “A hot dog is very filling,” she says. “If I’m still hungry I’ll eat another one.”

Midge leans her head on his shoulder as they walk. When they get close to the trucks, Midge peruses the menus.

“Oh, good. They serve Nathan’s.” She looks at Jaskier. “They’re technically not Kosher, but there’s no pork in them so they’re close enough.”

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"A pork-less sausage. What has the world come to?" he teases.

There's a sandwich truck as well, so Jaskier gets a medium-sized one with smoked ham, warm goat cheese, honey mustard, pickles, and sliced apples. He's surprised to see they have beer, too, and then he remembers the waiters at the pool. Nothing like the trucks in the NY streets, it seems here they truly cater to the butts in vacation.

They get a table for four people just because they need the extra chairs to dump all their shopping bags. Jaskier takes a sip of his beer before even touching the food and sighs contentedly.

"Bless refrigerators. I can't believe I spent most of my life without cold ale. I want a small fridge that I can carry around in my bag."

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“A sausage is different from a hot dog, though there are pork-less sausages too.”

Midge gets a fully loaded hot dog with fries and a bottle of Coca Cola. Just like his ale, her drink is also cold and refreshing.

“A wonderful invention,” she agrees. “I suppose you could carry a cooler around, but that would probably get annoying.” She takes a bite of her hot dog and then eyes his food. “That’s a fancy sandwich.”

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"Are we going to have a philosophical discussion about what counts as a 'sausage'?"

Adding fries does make it a hefty meal, Jaskier admits.

"We'll just bring Geralt next time so he can carry the cooler," he says with a chuckle. "He's a great shopping bag carrier, too." He also takes a bite of his sandwich as Midge makes her comment, and he chuckles again.

"And pretty fucking good, too. Are you eyeing my food because you're already regretting your hot dog?" He's joking - his hands offer the sandwich to her in case she wants to take a bite.

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“How does Geralt feel about being your personal manservant?” Midge asks teasingly. She’d love to see Jaskier try to make that a reality.

“Not at all.” The hot dog is delicious, but she’d like a taste of his sandwich too. Leaning over, she takes a bite, holding her hand up to her mouth as she chews.

“That’s good,” she says.

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"Manservant is a little too much," he replies while shaking a finger. "But he's used to following us around while we go shopping," he adds with a shrug. "He likes to mockingly complain, but deep down, he's glad that people want him around. It's not like I actually have the strength to take him to places by force - that whole you dragged me here speech is crap and the whole family knows it."

While she bites his sandwich, he uses the chance to steal two fries and dips them in her hot dog toppings before eating them.

"I don't think I've ever asked - do you have a favorite food? I know martini is your drink."

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“That’s true.” Midge nods. “No one drags him anywhere. Hey.” She scrunches her nose when he takes her fries. “Rude.” She’s teasing, of course.

She thinks for a moment before she answers his question. “You know what it really is, and I hardly ever seem to get to eat it? Pizza. Can you believe that?”

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"Really?" He's so surprised by the answer that a pickle falls from his mouth. He quickly catches it and mumbles an apology before talking again. "I'm glad we ordered pizza during one of our first nights at the apartment, then. How come you don't have it often? I feel like I find a pizza place every three steps in New York."

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“Nobody else in my family likes it!” Midge says incredulously, with a wave of her arm. “Except the kids. I take them for pizza when it’s just us, but one parent or another is usually along too. We get Chinese a lot, which I love too, but a really good pizza is just… comforting.”

Eating it with Jaskier at the apartment during one of their dates is such a nice memory for her.

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Ah, of course. He should've guessed that her fancy parents don't spend their evenings ordering takeout. He doesn't say it aloud, he just chuckles - which transforms into a soft smile at the end.

"That does sound like sweet little family moments," he says another sip of his beer. "You should've said something sooner - we shall start going to pizza places more often when I pick you up at The Wolford, then." It's perfect quick food for their short late night dates.

A pause as he thinks about something. "Chinese is... country in the East, right? With all the rice and the sticks?" He makes a gesture mimicking chopsticks.

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She grins at him. “I’d love that.” Midge looks forward to their date nights, and not just for the sex. She enjoys having time to spend with just him.

“Yes, you’re right.” Then she remembers something that she hasn’t told Jaskier yet and her eyes widen in excitement. “Oh! That reminds me. Wait until you hear this. Joel is dating someone. She’s a Chinese woman. His parents are going to flip when they find out.”

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"Good for him," he sincerely says. Hopefully, that will keep him off Midge's back. And her excitement is cute.

"Flip out about wh--" He slowly lowers his sandwich as the answer hits him. "Because she isn't Jewish." He sighs, unsure if he should comment on that, considering what they'll encounter tomorrow because of himself.

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Midge hums around a bite of hot dog. “She’s not white either.” At least Jaskier has that going for him? “But, more-so, she isn’t Jewish. Honestly, it seems like she doesn’t take his shit and that is good for him.”

Seeing his reaction, she puts her hand over one of his. “I love you. No matter what.”

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"Fuck's sake..." he mumbles when Midge mentions Mei's race, and takes a long sip of his beer. In his world, the racism was against other species - elves, dwarves, witchers. Humans don't have that here, and yet they've found something to be racist about anyway. It's so fucking stupid. "Well, you don't take his shit either, so I see he has a type."

He squeezes her hand and offers a small smile. "I love you, too, dear. I just want this weekend to go well." And it's hard to promise a lack of arguments.

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Midge agrees. It’s stupid. Goes to show that one group will always try to think they’re superior to another.

“I know. I do too.” She doesn’t relish the idea of arguing with her family either. “You’re one of the best things to happen to me in a long time, and I don’t want to hide that.”

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He kisses her hand before returning to his sandwich.

"You can tell them as much or as little as you want, I don't care." Well, except for his sexuality, but she should already know not to bring that up. "I just want you to have a good time. And not to wear that little hat."

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She would never bring his sexuality up. She knows that nobody would really understand that.

Midge quirks a smile. “The yarmulke? I think you’re exempt because you’re not Jewish. You just don’t want to mess up your beautiful hair.”

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That makes him laugh. "Hey, I just bought a hat! You of all people have no right to do any hat-related judgment here!" He points at her with his beer bottle before taking another sip. "I don't even know how the yamuke thingy stays put!"