[ Teasing. Iorveth can't imagine Astarion spending more than half a second thinking about that weird old wizard and his obsession with cheese. Iorveth runs his free hand over a row of picture books for children, tracing the embossed gold lettering of titles like The Mermaid and the Harpy and When You Give a Hag a Biscuit. ]
Choose something for me. I'll read it while you're away with Gale.
[ Unwinding his fingers from Astarion temporarily, to let him peruse. Iorveth anticipates being the one to carry Astarion's selections once he's made his choices, but being the designated bag boy doesn't rankle as much as it should. ]
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[ Teasing. Iorveth can't imagine Astarion spending more than half a second thinking about that weird old wizard and his obsession with cheese. Iorveth runs his free hand over a row of picture books for children, tracing the embossed gold lettering of titles like The Mermaid and the Harpy and When You Give a Hag a Biscuit. ]
Choose something for me. I'll read it while you're away with Gale.
[ Unwinding his fingers from Astarion temporarily, to let him peruse. Iorveth anticipates being the one to carry Astarion's selections once he's made his choices, but being the designated bag boy doesn't rankle as much as it should. ]