[ Hard to miss that blush when they're so close. Hmm ... ]
Good.
[ He refrains from another I love you, one being enough to pile on Molly and leave unreturned for the day. He doesn't blame him for holding off saying it, just ... why bother rubbing in something with potential drama? Fjord kisses him on the cheek and listens to Jester as she bursts back into the room with a plan for the barbecue.
Which goes off without a hitch that very evening, if you discount Caleb intently cooking sausages for exactly twelve minutes and thirty seconds each before letting anyone have a hotdog. The enclosed courtyard at the back of the Chateau makes for a cosy patio where the Nein set up Marion in a blanketed chair and the grill is, after much argument, built on the stone ground instead of the grass ("Beau, you're going to set the entire fucking yard alight if you keep jabbing the coals") with Caleb taking over management of the meat side ("so that none of us are accidentally poisoned by undercooked swine, I will keep an eye on the fire") and Caduceus the vegetarian options, keeping his own eye on their wizard. The night sky is littered with stars beyond the canopy of the porch, the moon and neighbourhood lanterns shining down on Beau and Yasha stargazing, Veth and her family enjoying a picnic supplied routinely by Caleb, while Fjord sits on the steps with his beer and enjoys a bit of both sides of the barbecue to make both chefs happy. Jester naps with her mother, cuddled up.
Mollymauk ... has briefly vanished from view when Fjord glances around. ]
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Good.
[ He refrains from another I love you, one being enough to pile on Molly and leave unreturned for the day. He doesn't blame him for holding off saying it, just ... why bother rubbing in something with potential drama? Fjord kisses him on the cheek and listens to Jester as she bursts back into the room with a plan for the barbecue.
Which goes off without a hitch that very evening, if you discount Caleb intently cooking sausages for exactly twelve minutes and thirty seconds each before letting anyone have a hotdog. The enclosed courtyard at the back of the Chateau makes for a cosy patio where the Nein set up Marion in a blanketed chair and the grill is, after much argument, built on the stone ground instead of the grass ("Beau, you're going to set the entire fucking yard alight if you keep jabbing the coals") with Caleb taking over management of the meat side ("so that none of us are accidentally poisoned by undercooked swine, I will keep an eye on the fire") and Caduceus the vegetarian options, keeping his own eye on their wizard. The night sky is littered with stars beyond the canopy of the porch, the moon and neighbourhood lanterns shining down on Beau and Yasha stargazing, Veth and her family enjoying a picnic supplied routinely by Caleb, while Fjord sits on the steps with his beer and enjoys a bit of both sides of the barbecue to make both chefs happy. Jester naps with her mother, cuddled up.
Mollymauk ... has briefly vanished from view when Fjord glances around. ]