[Morena glances at the boys as they eat, absolutely pleased they seem to be enjoying it - although she does give them both a concerned look every now and then, just when she thinks they aren't looking. She covers her emotions much better than her son. She chatters with Gale about her recipe: who she picked it up from, what changes she made to improve it, and what spices she's growing for further adjustments. In good news, Gale himself seems to be enjoying the home-cooked meal.]

I do try to impress, Astarion. If you have any favorite dishes you'd like at the wedding, do let me know? I love to have time to experiment beforehand.

[She's much like Gale, in that way. She murmurs an "Oh!" under her breath, suddenly remembering something.]

Speaking of experiments, would you go get that sweet loaf in the kitchen, Gale? Something I cooked up for our dessert.

[Gale gets to his feet, agreeing before he thinks about the fact he'll be leaving Astarion alone.]

Of course, mum. I, ah.

[His eyes flick Astarion's way, a wrinkle knotting into his brow.]

I'll be right back.

[He pauses there, as if to ask if Astarion will be all right in the meantime.]