[ Iorveth is so ridiculously sweet. It should make him sick, but instead, it only makes him glow with pleasure from the inside out. That happy glow lasts the whole walk to the opera house, and even after, once they've made it inside and Gale is yapping all about the place, regaling him with fun facts about its construction. He tunes most of it out, of course, but he finds himself blissfully unannoyed.
He was right about rich people enjoying their drink; there's plenty of champagne (from the Champagne region in Cormyr, of course) to go around, and although he can't quite enjoy all of its benefits himself, he plies Gale with enough that he's practically falling down when they return back to the tower. Gale giggles drunkenly as they stumble through the door (although Astarion's stumbling is only because he's trying to avoid getting slammed into by a clumsy Gale).
"I cannot believe you let me flirt with the Lady Silverhand so brazenly--" Gale is saying, bright red from both drink and embarrassment. ]
I can't believe you flirted with Taern Hornblade. Honestly, Gale, you're a menace to society.
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He was right about rich people enjoying their drink; there's plenty of champagne (from the Champagne region in Cormyr, of course) to go around, and although he can't quite enjoy all of its benefits himself, he plies Gale with enough that he's practically falling down when they return back to the tower. Gale giggles drunkenly as they stumble through the door (although Astarion's stumbling is only because he's trying to avoid getting slammed into by a clumsy Gale).
"I cannot believe you let me flirt with the Lady Silverhand so brazenly--" Gale is saying, bright red from both drink and embarrassment. ]
I can't believe you flirted with Taern Hornblade. Honestly, Gale, you're a menace to society.