Very interesting fellow. It sounds like getting to know him better is going to be an even greater challenge than I first anticipated. Of course, I do like a challenge.
[He casts her a smile as he finishes cutting half of an apple into thin slices, still putting the finishing touches on an apple-and-brie sandwich he thought might appeal to Astarion's palette. He hums thoughtfully as he considers her next question, eyeing their assembled ingredients as he considers.]
Tara would have to be something classic, with how she presents herself. First instinct is egg and cress, but that might be a little too British for this occasion. [He remains cheerful, poking a bit of fun at the fact that he immediately thinks of his country of origin.] Not to mention, while Dr. Prescott herself is a classic, she wouldn't appreciate being considered so predictable— she needs something of a kick.
[He neatly slices the Astarion sandwich in half diagonally, setting it aside to start on the next.]
Roast beef with horseradish, I think. I'm sure you've seen by now that the old girl has some spice to her.
[Calm down, one might say, it's just sandwiches, but Gale's enthusiasm has always been so painfully genuine that it can only persist. Brightly, he reaches for the jar in question, helping himself to a pickled pepper before he actually spears a few for the sandwich.]
A bit of unexpected sweetness to go with the spice. I think that suits her quite nicely. You're going to have a few days of very adventurous eating by the time we're through, I think.
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[He casts her a smile as he finishes cutting half of an apple into thin slices, still putting the finishing touches on an apple-and-brie sandwich he thought might appeal to Astarion's palette. He hums thoughtfully as he considers her next question, eyeing their assembled ingredients as he considers.]
Tara would have to be something classic, with how she presents herself. First instinct is egg and cress, but that might be a little too British for this occasion. [He remains cheerful, poking a bit of fun at the fact that he immediately thinks of his country of origin.] Not to mention, while Dr. Prescott herself is a classic, she wouldn't appreciate being considered so predictable— she needs something of a kick.
[He neatly slices the Astarion sandwich in half diagonally, setting it aside to start on the next.]
Roast beef with horseradish, I think. I'm sure you've seen by now that the old girl has some spice to her.
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[Behind that spiciness and refined taste, is a sweet woman after all.]
It sounds like something she would eat.
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[Calm down, one might say, it's just sandwiches, but Gale's enthusiasm has always been so painfully genuine that it can only persist. Brightly, he reaches for the jar in question, helping himself to a pickled pepper before he actually spears a few for the sandwich.]
A bit of unexpected sweetness to go with the spice. I think that suits her quite nicely. You're going to have a few days of very adventurous eating by the time we're through, I think.