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“I’m not going to feed you,” Astarion complains to the twin begging eyes of Scratch and the owlbear cub. “I don’t eat. I have nothing to give. Go away.” He shoos them.
If anything, their eyes get wider as they crawl closer. He makes a face.
Scratch glances over at Gale’s plate, which he had told Astarion to watch before leaving, and back at him. The cub whines.
“I will not take the blame for this when he gets back,” Astarion tells them as he reaches over and tips Gale’s entire plate onto the ground for them to gobble up.