"I wasn't sure if it came out as you might expect," Astarion admits. He
doesn't like homework either, but he did it! "It's not entirely like
anything I'd tried to make before."
He takes a bite for himself and smiles. It's moist and sweet, with the
slightest hint of cinnamon.
"Oh fuck the bull," he says over his shoulder. "I prefer my parts intact. But I'll dance with you. I think I've got a couple of two-steps in me." He switches the music to play again and holds out a hand for her. "Don't touch the jukebox," he tells Astarion playfully.
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He takes his plate and wanders over to the jukebox to choose a little Kenny Chesney.
"Glad you like it."
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"I wasn't sure if it came out as you might expect," Astarion admits. He doesn't like homework either, but he did it! "It's not entirely like anything I'd tried to make before."
He takes a bite for himself and smiles. It's moist and sweet, with the slightest hint of cinnamon.
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She means that. Even as undiscerning as she is, she means that, and she shovels in another forkful while she glances over at what Jacob is doing.
"How many shots to get you on that thing? Or the dancefloor."
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Astarion raises his hands in pure innocence. He wouldn't recognise any of the songs anyway!
"Personally, I'm sure I've had rougher rides than whatever that thing might throw at me."