[ Their positions now reversed, Astarion doesn't follow Iorveth's lead in shifting onto his side. He enjoys crushing Iorveth under his weight (and also, how dare you suggest he weighs that much!). Sprawled across Iorveth's body, he closes his eyes and ignores Tara entirely until she mentions blood (sausage), at which point he cracks a singular eye open. ]
Wonderful. We'll take breakfast in bed.
[ All of Tara's fur-feathers stand on end in offense. "Well, it seems Mr. Dekarios isn't the only one who's forgotten his manners!" she huffs. "Breakfast will be served downstairs at the table, as is proper."
That's what she says, anyway, but Astarion gets the sense that she doesn't want to see Gale eating alone at an empty table. ]
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Wonderful. We'll take breakfast in bed.
[ All of Tara's fur-feathers stand on end in offense. "Well, it seems Mr. Dekarios isn't the only one who's forgotten his manners!" she huffs. "Breakfast will be served downstairs at the table, as is proper."
That's what she says, anyway, but Astarion gets the sense that she doesn't want to see Gale eating alone at an empty table. ]