Date: 2025-01-08 11:48 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] paellas
[ she moves like a wary street cat who wants food, but isn't entirely sure whether or not said food is safe to eat. lucanis supposes his feelings should be hurt, but they're not. neve had just lost everything, and half of her cohort had not shown up to defend her home. lucanis would be equally wary, he supposes, if the roles had been reversed.

so he unpacks the bag without comment once neve clears off a space, tossing her a faintly amused look at the you really didn't need to come all this way. a non-starter, and he opens a few containers to set on the table. they are piping hot, and as lucanis sets out plates, serving spoons, and cups, he says: ]


Pasta alla vodka, with grilled chicken. A side salad, and a bottle of ... well. [ and lucanis turns the bottle slightly to read the label, brow furrowing as he thinks to himself. it was not from his own vineyard, but one he borrowed (stole) from the diamond's bar on his way out of treviso. ] I will not call it the best Antivan red available, but the best one I could procure on short notice en route to Tevinter. It will do for the purposes of this meal.

[ and he sets to make her plate, soon setting the meal in front of neve, along with a fork and spoon. he then pours her a glass of wine, setting the bottle down before taking a seat to serve himself with a warm smile. ]

I brought plenty to share with your comrades, here. [ there's plenty of leftovers in the bag, for the dragons who may also be sheltering here. ] So do not hesitate to take seconds, hm?
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