#He's that twitter post or smth bout the guy that makes stew and always gets people to come back to his place.

[recitedemise]

She sits, and before the crackling of the fire, seems, like the stars, almost alone. There's that whisper of a river, the far skittering of doe, and saddled with doom and these baffling companions, fear, like crickets, rings sharp as knives. Ah. "I don't blame you for some caution," Gale greets, shattering the silence. Sat there, he stirs their perfectly seasoned supper. "I used a sinister mix of garlic, a whole belly of slow-roasted rothé, and of course, with both a talent and skill you'd be hard pressed to find. If it shouldn't fell your appetite, it'll certainly fell your heart—and fortunately for us, we've enough for seconds."

Wondrous. Gale, in offering, scoops her a bowl. "I won't argue should you avoid conversation, but if you're to indulge in anything tonight, I insist it's a meal."

@ada1r, liked for a starter.