[ Astarion has no real interest in mortal food, but even he can admit that it smells enticing. Meat, cheese, eggs; he wonders if doing all of this is easy for Gale because of his magic, or if he simply does it regardless of effort because he's incapable of doing anything halfway.
Gale lights up at their arrival, apron on and plates in hand. "Perfect timing, my friends," he says, grinning. "Breakfast is fresh off the flame!"
Astarion isn't looking at Gale, though. He's staring at a tiefling interloper sitting at the table. ]
I'm sorry, what is he doing here? He doesn't even eat.
[ Gale looks a little offended as he sets a plate down, piled high with sausage and breakfast rolls. For Iorveth, ostensibly, because a moment later there's an egg cup placed beside it. "You don't eat either, and you're no less a guest for it!" ]
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Gale lights up at their arrival, apron on and plates in hand. "Perfect timing, my friends," he says, grinning. "Breakfast is fresh off the flame!"
Astarion isn't looking at Gale, though. He's staring at a tiefling interloper sitting at the table. ]
I'm sorry, what is he doing here? He doesn't even eat.
[ Gale looks a little offended as he sets a plate down, piled high with sausage and breakfast rolls. For Iorveth, ostensibly, because a moment later there's an egg cup placed beside it. "You don't eat either, and you're no less a guest for it!" ]