[ Gods, Gale really does want to be a host. Astarion can't find it in himself to scoff; the man is ridiculously earnest and overeager, but perhaps those aren't the awful things he once thought him to be. Astarion sits at the table, picking up a fork and awkwardly poking at the black pudding. It's been a long time since he had use for silverware, but it's sweet that Gale thought of him. Admittedly, he's not sure how pleasant the experience of eating will be, but he plans to lie to spare Gale's feelings if it's horrible. ]

Yes, but you have to do all of that studying.

[ He makes a face. Gross! ]

Mm. Perhaps I should get back into the magistrate business, if you're so fond of extravagant living.

[ As if there's any universe where that's possible, or any universe in which Iorveth is interested in extravagant living. ]