She likely had the right of it, [ Astarion says lightly, passing over the opportunity to make a joke about a rather different strain of Waterdhavian red, not least for never having actually partaken of it. Well, of one, rather. Instead, he sways at that slight bump against his shoulder — away and then back, the responding touch a light brush rather than a real collision. ]

Oh, I should mention — the library here allows for requests for items and the like, but it's rather unlikely to fulfill requests to the tee, [ though he recognizes that this clarification will likely only encourage Gale to make his requests as specific as possible, ] and also notably will not allow for the transport of live creatures or weapons.

[ He's seen the bloody chute and he doesn't want to put Gale through recreating it while asking the library for a cat, less for Gale's sake than for the cat's. ]

I haven't yet cajoled it into cooperating properly, though I've admittedly only attempted as much once.