As a matter of fact, I do. Salt over sweet, please.

[ they don’t do butter here in england, buff, sorry. it’s a successful distraction, cemented as such by her name, which sparks recognition in his wide eyes and loose features. ]

That’s terribly kind of you. You’re — [ um. ] — Spike spoke most highly of you.

[ sort of? apart from the thinking he’s a monster and all. anyway. he runs a hand back through his waves. clears his throat. with greater certainty, then (and a sweeping bow) — ]

Gale of Waterdeep, at your service.