audience: astarion

[mygod]

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[mygod]

This place is fluctuating! And sometimes that means we get access to...

[ they point at the potato again. ]

Sweet potatoes!

[haematocritical]

Oh, so it fluctuates now too? Goody.

[ aaaaaaaa.

he looks at the sweet potato. ]

Not a permanent fixture, then. This place, not the potato.

[mygod]

It'll likely change, yeah,

[ they stare at the potato. ]

Want to try it...?

[haematocritical]

[ their showers!!!! ]

I guess that’s a sign to make as much use of the bathing facilities here as much as possible.

[ also stares at this potato. ]

… Why not? It didn’t come from the refectory, so that’s something.

[mygod]

Hehe, we can roast 'em! It'll be really tasty.

[ exciting... roasted potatoes and showers. ]

[haematocritical]

I don’t think I’ve ever had them. [ things are looking up. ]

I suppose we need a fire.

[mygod]

Mmhm. We can make one.

... well, the easier option would be to go back to the pyre, but that's such a walk.

[haematocritical]

I’m not walking all the way back to the pyre for this, no.

[ his feetsies. ]

A flint and a spark situation? That’s doable. [ i hope they burn down the whole area. ]

[mygod]

That'll work!

[ onward to do so... they will also grab leaves to build a makeshift campfire... ]

[haematocritical]

[ there they go….



astarion will follow? still just? holding the potato? ]

[mygod]

[ their potatoes!!! i used they're at first and almost turned them into potatoes.

but okay, they stop to find a good spot to set this up. ]

Have you spent time on farms before?

[haematocritical]

[ they can be potatoes if they want to be. i believe in them. ]

… I passed through an abandoned, goblin infested old village that probably had a farm once?

[ yeah! ]

[mygod]

Ah. I'm not sure if that counts.

[ it doesn't. ]

Well, a new experience isn't so bad!

[haematocritical]

Is it going to involve sticking my hands in muck.

[mygod]

Hehe, don't worry, if we need to I'll do the muck sticking!

[haematocritical]

[ yay ]

Wonderful, I'd rather not have to be cleaning my nails all evening.

[mygod]

[ they will hold their hand out. give potato. ]

It would only be half an evening.

[haematocritical]

All evening. I take pride in my clear nails.

[ take potat ]

[mygod]

[ a pause

and they wander over to peek at his nails ]

[haematocritical]

[ they are as well kept as one can keep them in leech dirt city. thank you to the hosepipe. ]

[mygod]

Have you ever been to a spa?

[haematocritical]

A what now. [ goes to google DOES BG3 HAVE SPAS— oh wait they do but it’s in a location astarion hasn’t gone to yet. ]

… Oh. I think I’ve heard of something like that? Somewhere to take care of your skin and body?

[mygod]

Yeah, yeah! They typically take care of your nails, too. You can even get them painted and stuff.

[ would astarion get his nails painted ]

[haematocritical]

[ goes to google if bg3 has nail paint and learns there are mods for that, thanks nexus. ]

Nail painting?

[ oh francy. oh francy, he absolutely would. opens my astarion outfits folder and adds nail art to it. ]

[mygod]

Yeah! You paint your nails with different types of polish as decoration. If mine were, I'd show you an example... but it looks really nice!