Astilwen followed Ariane to a nearby table, following in the taller woman's wake. They managed to find an empty one, probably thanks to the number of people dancing, and sat down. Digging into her food her attention was pretty occupied for a few moments as she savoured Cook's delicious creations. She did notice though that her companion didn't seem quite so keen on her food, in fact she wasn't even looking at it, she was staring at the ceiling. Astilwen looked up, but couldn't find anything worth such attention. Intrigued, she found she couldn't keep her curiosity to herself
"Wha' iwwit tat yuw wooring a'?"
Unfortunately she realised that she had a mouthful of food as she spoke, and clapped a hand over her mouth halfway through the sentence. This at least drew Ariane's eyes back down and her mouth curled in a small smile. Recovering her composure she swallowed and smiled.
"Sorry - I asked what it was you were looking at?"
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“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
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