[Nepione leaves it unsaid to begin with, but she does make a beeline right just outside of their camp. She follows the water line until she can spy him standing beneath a dark night. Certainly not the first time she's spent him with in it. Tilting her head, she smiles gently and attempts to be quiet in her movements towards him, but given that she is so accustomed to wearing clunky heavy armour, she isn't capable of it.
Light of foot is better reserved for someone like Astarion. Minsc, too, perhaps.]
You didn't have to give me anything, but I would like anything that came from you, simply because it was from you.
[He looks up as she approaches, having been looking out over river with his hands clasped behind his back, the journal he'd been using to communicate with her now set aside on an overturned crate with a small, covered basket next to it.]
Oh, I'm well aware. That earnest nature of yours is just one of many things I've come to find so endearing.
[There's undeniable warmth in his voice as he turns to face her, gesturing broadly with one hand, the sweeping motion conjuring a midnight-blue blanket on the ground beneath them. He smiles, one corner of his mouth quirking upwards as he motions for her to sit.]
[She holds her own journal to her protectively, wearing a small, light smile. Yet in it, she has no shortage of warmth. Seeing him is always like a sight for sore eyes.
He gestures with a hand, she follows it to the blanket he's put out. Him and blankets. It's not that she's accustomed to it. It just seems so perfectly... him. The familiarity feels secure. Stable. Comfortable. Safe.]
You make that sound like such a difficult ask.
[Nepione looses a quiet laugh and she doesn't need much more coercion than that. In the moments that follow, she sets down her journal and sits shortly after.]
[Even after a long day of adventuring, there is no shortage of cheer in his voice; he did his share of complaining during their travels, as he always did, but aimed to do so with a touch of wit and persevered regardless.
He gestures broadly to the scene before them as he seats himself beside her; the view really is lovely, without any conjuring needed to improve it. The water cuts through the night like a black ribbon, the moon bright and highlighting the trees along the horizon, and for a few moments, it seems possible to forget about the odds they're up against.
He reaches then for the covered basket, setting it down between their knees and offering her his most mischievous smile.]
More importantly—
[A flick of his wrist causes the cloth draped over the basket's contents to draw itself back, revealing what appears to be a pair of small but inviting-looking fruit tarts.]
I may have tucked away a few things while foraging in our most recent travels to make us a bit of dessert. Just between us, of course.
[Eyes alight, he lays a finger over his lips to indicate secrecy.]
[She does like lovely scenery. He'll receive no complaints from her.
For the moments that follow, she eyes the sky. The water. Everything. It's so peaceful. So calming. Sometimes it doesn't feel like they get enough of those. It always makes her think of simpler times. Except even in those simpler times, she's always been searching for something.
When he speaks up, she looks over to him. Leaning over to get a look at what he's brought, she smiles brightly.]
And you didn't want to share with the others? This is very sneaky of you, Gale. I don't think it's very nice to keep secrets...
[She sits a little more straight up, tucking her legs under the way she's sitting.]
Oh, they'll get their turn soon enough; I'm sure I'll get the itch again sooner rather than later, but for now— I thought we deserved a moment just for ourselves.
[As secrets go, this one is rather harmless, he thinks— certainly moreso than the one he'd been forced to keep when he'd first made their acquaintance, at least.
He grins broadly, nudging the basket towards her to indicate that she should help herself.]
We've had quite a wearisome last few days, by my measure. We're owed a sweet bit of reprieve, if you ask me. It's nothing compared to what I'd be able to do in my own kitchen, but not bad for having little more than a campfire to work with, if I do say so myself.
We do deserve that, I think. For this one, they’ll just have to do without.
[Nepione doesn’t seem to disapprove of this idea. Even less so when he’s inviting her to help herself. She takes little invitation more to lean over and reach in to claim one of the fruit tarts that he’s made. After a moment’s consideration, she offers it over to him. They should eat them together, shouldn’t they?
Then she reaches for the other one with a satisfied smile.]
I think for not having a kitchen available to you, this is really impressive. Of course, that’s coming from someone who can just barely hold a piece of meat over a fire and cook it.
[At least she’s not inclined to overcook it.]
Whenever you cook for us, though, it’s been good. Maybe I’m just not used to eating well.
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I'll head right over. Although—
[Nepione leaves it unsaid to begin with, but she does make a beeline right just outside of their camp. She follows the water line until she can spy him standing beneath a dark night. Certainly not the first time she's spent him with in it. Tilting her head, she smiles gently and attempts to be quiet in her movements towards him, but given that she is so accustomed to wearing clunky heavy armour, she isn't capable of it.
Light of foot is better reserved for someone like Astarion. Minsc, too, perhaps.]
You didn't have to give me anything, but I would like anything that came from you, simply because it was from you.
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Oh, I'm well aware. That earnest nature of yours is just one of many things I've come to find so endearing.
[There's undeniable warmth in his voice as he turns to face her, gesturing broadly with one hand, the sweeping motion conjuring a midnight-blue blanket on the ground beneath them. He smiles, one corner of his mouth quirking upwards as he motions for her to sit.]
Please, sit and join me, won't you?
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He gestures with a hand, she follows it to the blanket he's put out. Him and blankets. It's not that she's accustomed to it. It just seems so perfectly... him. The familiarity feels secure. Stable. Comfortable. Safe.]
You make that sound like such a difficult ask.
[Nepione looses a quiet laugh and she doesn't need much more coercion than that. In the moments that follow, she sets down her journal and sits shortly after.]
What are we looking at?
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[Even after a long day of adventuring, there is no shortage of cheer in his voice; he did his share of complaining during their travels, as he always did, but aimed to do so with a touch of wit and persevered regardless.
He gestures broadly to the scene before them as he seats himself beside her; the view really is lovely, without any conjuring needed to improve it. The water cuts through the night like a black ribbon, the moon bright and highlighting the trees along the horizon, and for a few moments, it seems possible to forget about the odds they're up against.
He reaches then for the covered basket, setting it down between their knees and offering her his most mischievous smile.]
More importantly—
[A flick of his wrist causes the cloth draped over the basket's contents to draw itself back, revealing what appears to be a pair of small but inviting-looking fruit tarts.]
I may have tucked away a few things while foraging in our most recent travels to make us a bit of dessert. Just between us, of course.
[Eyes alight, he lays a finger over his lips to indicate secrecy.]
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For the moments that follow, she eyes the sky. The water. Everything. It's so peaceful. So calming. Sometimes it doesn't feel like they get enough of those. It always makes her think of simpler times. Except even in those simpler times, she's always been searching for something.
When he speaks up, she looks over to him. Leaning over to get a look at what he's brought, she smiles brightly.]
And you didn't want to share with the others? This is very sneaky of you, Gale. I don't think it's very nice to keep secrets...
[She sits a little more straight up, tucking her legs under the way she's sitting.]
...But maybe I'll make an exception this once.
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[As secrets go, this one is rather harmless, he thinks— certainly moreso than the one he'd been forced to keep when he'd first made their acquaintance, at least.
He grins broadly, nudging the basket towards her to indicate that she should help herself.]
We've had quite a wearisome last few days, by my measure. We're owed a sweet bit of reprieve, if you ask me. It's nothing compared to what I'd be able to do in my own kitchen, but not bad for having little more than a campfire to work with, if I do say so myself.
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[Nepione doesn’t seem to disapprove of this idea. Even less so when he’s inviting her to help herself. She takes little invitation more to lean over and reach in to claim one of the fruit tarts that he’s made. After a moment’s consideration, she offers it over to him. They should eat them together, shouldn’t they?
Then she reaches for the other one with a satisfied smile.]
I think for not having a kitchen available to you, this is really impressive. Of course, that’s coming from someone who can just barely hold a piece of meat over a fire and cook it.
[At least she’s not inclined to overcook it.]
Whenever you cook for us, though, it’s been good. Maybe I’m just not used to eating well.