[ Astarion sits next to him instead of opposite him, which is great－ Iorveth'd been hoping he would. He lets Astarion have the corner seat against the wall (if any assailant comes over, Iorveth is in the first line of stabbing fire), and tangles their ankles under the table.
This poor gnome man is going to have the worst night of his life. He mumbles something about the wine not actually being very expensive ("it's a nice red, but I wouldn't call it egregious"), and looks even more tired after Iorveth orders a basket of bread, stew, and a platter of cold cuts and cheese for himself that would usually feed two and a half people comfortably. No real reaction to 'fiancé', save for a weary hike of one brow that suggests that he finds it odd that the two didn't choose a more ritzy place to flaunt their new engagement, if that's what they're trying to do. "Congratulations, by the way," is the rather unremarkable addendum before he ambles back into the kitchen.
A disaster. Iorveth doesn't care. He tips his head and presses another kiss to Astarion's jaw. ]
You're ridiculous, [ he laughs, warmly. A pair of half-elf women sitting a few tables away giggle under their hands, clearly more enamored by Iorveth and Astarion than anyone else has been since they arrived in Athkatla. ]
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This poor gnome man is going to have the worst night of his life. He mumbles something about the wine not actually being very expensive ("it's a nice red, but I wouldn't call it egregious"), and looks even more tired after Iorveth orders a basket of bread, stew, and a platter of cold cuts and cheese for himself that would usually feed two and a half people comfortably. No real reaction to 'fiancé', save for a weary hike of one brow that suggests that he finds it odd that the two didn't choose a more ritzy place to flaunt their new engagement, if that's what they're trying to do. "Congratulations, by the way," is the rather unremarkable addendum before he ambles back into the kitchen.
A disaster. Iorveth doesn't care. He tips his head and presses another kiss to Astarion's jaw. ]
You're ridiculous, [ he laughs, warmly. A pair of half-elf women sitting a few tables away giggle under their hands, clearly more enamored by Iorveth and Astarion than anyone else has been since they arrived in Athkatla. ]