[ A lot of noodles are lost to Veth's sticky fingers, Fjord's exasperation shared by a carefully blank expression Yeza cultivates in the way only a husband of a Rogue could. It's a dinner that binds them all together in the way only food can, any gossip and grievances made lighter by full bellies and summer Queen's wine, the sweet tang alive in the air itself.
At one point Fjord looks up to find Molly staring but is distracted by Beau slapping him on the cheek with a half-eaten plantain before he can respond.
When Marion takes to the stage he hears Jester sigh happily and pats her on the shoulder, soon with an armful of blueberry tiefling as she settles in contentedly to watch her mother. The room is silent as Marion's beautiful voice quavers inside Fjord's bones, feeling the music rather than just hearing it, and he has to bite his lip not to laugh when he sees Beau glancing suspiciously overhead, knowing exactly what she's looking for. He rests his chin on Jester's head, avoiding a vicious little horn on autopilot, and lets his heavy eyelids drift lower as the Ruby of the Sea starts her second song, softer and slower like the ocean after a storm. ]
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At one point Fjord looks up to find Molly staring but is distracted by Beau slapping him on the cheek with a half-eaten plantain before he can respond.
When Marion takes to the stage he hears Jester sigh happily and pats her on the shoulder, soon with an armful of blueberry tiefling as she settles in contentedly to watch her mother. The room is silent as Marion's beautiful voice quavers inside Fjord's bones, feeling the music rather than just hearing it, and he has to bite his lip not to laugh when he sees Beau glancing suspiciously overhead, knowing exactly what she's looking for. He rests his chin on Jester's head, avoiding a vicious little horn on autopilot, and lets his heavy eyelids drift lower as the Ruby of the Sea starts her second song, softer and slower like the ocean after a storm. ]