[Gale nods once to Astarion, then to his mother before he heads toward the kitchen; Tara hops off her stool and bounds after him, reminding him about a powdered topping for said sweet loaf.

Morena busies herself with her plate, finishing her meal and setting her utensils aside, dabbing at her mouth with her napkin while she waits for her son to be out of earshot.]

I haven't yet gotten a chance to ask you what think you'll be doing here in the city, now that you'll be living here. Unless you and Gale intend to go wandering again?