[With the flower rescued from his grasp, Gale meets Astarion's eyes.]
Nowhere near as lovely as you.
[He'd taken the blossom while standing by the door, thinking, hoping that the thought of tucking it into a buttonhole on Astarion's shirt would serve as a suitable distraction; it did not, clearly. And if Tara noticed, it's only a matter of time before his mother does.
Maybe they can chat about this for a moment, he considers, trying to find an excuse for them.]
Might I borrow my fiancé? Assuming you two don't mind being left alone for a little bit longer, of course. I just need to go over some of the finer details about the ceremony with him. Something I just thought of.
[Morena nods, unopposed to the idea.]
Of course, my dear. You've time to take a walk in the garden, or chat in your old bedroom—
[Tara adjusts her wings, clearing her throat.]
And you two had better only 'chat,' should you go in there. You've time, but not that much time.
[Morena chides her, something to the tune of letting them have their fun, but Gale, flushed, excuses himself before he can hear any more of his mothers' speculation on his love life. He chooses the garden, clasping Astarion's hand and leading him out the back door. He normally wouldn't be so forceful, but this seems pertinent.]
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Nowhere near as lovely as you.
[He'd taken the blossom while standing by the door, thinking, hoping that the thought of tucking it into a buttonhole on Astarion's shirt would serve as a suitable distraction; it did not, clearly. And if Tara noticed, it's only a matter of time before his mother does.
Maybe they can chat about this for a moment, he considers, trying to find an excuse for them.]
Might I borrow my fiancé? Assuming you two don't mind being left alone for a little bit longer, of course. I just need to go over some of the finer details about the ceremony with him. Something I just thought of.
[Morena nods, unopposed to the idea.]
Of course, my dear. You've time to take a walk in the garden, or chat in your old bedroom—
[Tara adjusts her wings, clearing her throat.]
And you two had better only 'chat,' should you go in there. You've time, but not that much time.
[Morena chides her, something to the tune of letting them have their fun, but Gale, flushed, excuses himself before he can hear any more of his mothers' speculation on his love life. He chooses the garden, clasping Astarion's hand and leading him out the back door. He normally wouldn't be so forceful, but this seems pertinent.]