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Gale sighed softly, a smile gracing his face as he looked down at the pot of stew, still bubbling. It was to be a perfect meal – he had even made fresh bread to go with it.
Suddenly, he felt a weight press against his back, arms wrapping around his waist and squeezing. “Is dinner done?” Alyiira asked, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.
“Ah, don’t you worry, my darling songbird. I shan’t let you starve.” Gale patted her hands with his own. “Why don’t you go set the table and I’ll bring over this delicious pumpkin stew.”
Alyiira hummed, pressing another kiss to him before detangling herself. She danced around the table, setting it neatly.
Holding two bowls, Gale set them down gently onto the table, making sure not to spill a drop. He waved a hand, using magic to cool it down just a tad and make sure it was safe for their tongues.
The two sat, the table small so despite being across from each other, they were never too far.
“Ah, sweet boy, this smells divine.” Alyiira practically whined out, quick to eat spoonful after spoonful. Gale let out a chuckle, watching her with an amused expression.
“Goodness. Perhaps I should’ve trained to be a chef instead of a wizard, hm?”
This got a laugh out of the drow woman, her nose wrinkling up just the way he liked it.
The two fell into a familiar silence, only disrupted by the sounds of their utensils against their bowls.
Alyiira’s feet tap against the floor before her toes poke at Gale’s calf. He’s used to it at this point, relaxing as he feels her press her foot against his knee, the pressure calming for the both of them.
As she dipped a piece of bread into her soup, Alyiira mused. “You know, I think dinner time is my favorite time.”
Gale’s freehand moved down to rub Alyiira’s ankle, slow and methodically. “I think so as well.”