“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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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."