[ Astarion settles in the chair beside Iorveth, stroking his hair in a sort of performative, defensive way as he glowers at Damris. A way that says this is mine, not because he thinks Damris has any designs on trying to steal Iorveth away from him, but because he wants Damris to know there would be consequences for trying to break his toy.

Gale sits down, too, smiling with forced chipperness. "Well. Doesn't it feel good to have breakfast with friends?"

There might as well be crickets.

Finally: ] Don't get too comfortable in Waterdeep, Dennis. We'll be arranging travel to the Underdark before long. [ A waved hand. ] Tell that lovesick fool of yours to meet you there, if you wish.

[ Not that Astarion cares what happens to nice, sweet, besotted Linus. Not at all!!! ]