[Morena looks to Astarion, then Gale, lingering just a pinch longer on how her son looks at this pale elf he's brought with him.]

My son has always been a gentle soul, despite how others have treated him at times. Even the deities.

[Her voice holds some venom there; Gale replies softly:]

I'm sure Tara elaborated on my falling out with Mystra. Needless to say, I'm not—

[Morena cuts him off; she's stern, firm.]

If it's needless to say, then we need not say it. We can talk about such dreadful subjects as her later. Right now, I want to hear about the good things, starting with your current sweetheart. But first, let me get the roast so we don't starve.

[And with a wink, she bustles into the kitchen, leaving her two guests alone while she collects the main dish. Gale swallows the knot that's been sitting in his throat for several minutes.]

Well. I think it's... going as well as can be expected.