It’s a pity. A joke becomes less funny if you have to explain it to a person, so Midge just smirks to herself and lets it go.
“That’s true,” she concedes as they walk into the hotel. “I guess anyone who comes out there and sees what we’re doing shouldn’t be all that surprised to find it.”
Not that she wants to be walked up to by a random person while she’s having sex. Midge has a feeling that this will be a quick outing.
“I’m sure you’ve already looked,” Midge replies, giving him a kiss in the elevator.
Back in the room, Midge examines herself in the mirror. Her face looks a bit red from the sun, but nothing too bad. She puts on some cold cream and has a look at her hair.
They'll never be in the elevator without sharing at least one kiss, and Jaskier is perfectly fine with that. What a great goal.
Jaskier sits on the bed to toe off his sandals and sends a few texts to his family, checking on them and telling Geralt about the horses. Since he started the typing classes, he's become a faster texter, too.
"Told ya," he replies with a grin that says he's very proud of himself. "I wish I could do the more complex ones; you'd look stunning for the wedding."
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“That’s true,” she concedes as they walk into the hotel. “I guess anyone who comes out there and sees what we’re doing shouldn’t be all that surprised to find it.”
Not that she wants to be walked up to by a random person while she’s having sex. Midge has a feeling that this will be a quick outing.
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He's kidding. Hopefully, the bellboy didn't hear that. Oh well, to the elevator they go.
"That said - worry not, darling. It's not like I plan to just walk down the beach and take the first spot we see. We'll find a nice, hidden corner."
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Back in the room, Midge examines herself in the mirror. Her face looks a bit red from the sun, but nothing too bad. She puts on some cold cream and has a look at her hair.
“The braids stayed mostly intact,” she says.
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Jaskier sits on the bed to toe off his sandals and sends a few texts to his family, checking on them and telling Geralt about the horses. Since he started the typing classes, he's become a faster texter, too.
"Told ya," he replies with a grin that says he's very proud of himself. "I wish I could do the more complex ones; you'd look stunning for the wedding."