I am nothing if not incredibly thorough, dear. When Gale mentioned they remind him of you, I knew I had to request them. Just three springs ago, Lena was able to procure me some rather rare...

[She trails off, tilting her head a fraction of an inch as she examines Astarion's face closer; it seems his best attempt to mask his discomfort was not enough to hide it from a perceptive mother.]

Is something the matter, Astarion? What did he do?