[It's been a moment since Astarion last felt the slight change in the air that comes with an invitation to enter a home, but it's welcome nonetheless. He certainly didn't miss it when their tadpoles removed that annoying little barrier, but it's good to have it sorted so that he can truly appreciate the splendor of Morena's home. He spares Gale a glance as they move through the home, hoping to reassure both Gale and himself in the moment.

But then they're ushered into the dining room and Astarion moves to take his seat. It's been a very long time since he's been sat at a table like this for a meal, even longer since one that didn't involve putrid rats or some other cruelty. But there's no stink of rot here. No lingering decay beneath the sharp iron tang of freshly spilled blood. Still, it takes a moment to force his mind away from the memory, to push it down. He blinks to clear his gaze, hoping he hasn't missed more than a moment as he turns his smile to Morena.]

I can only imagine that Gale must have learned his culinary talents from your skillful hand. If that's so, I'm sure we're in for quite a treat.