[ Ah, 'tolerable' — truly the refrain of Gale's life. He resolves to take it in stride. There are many great things in this world that are merely tolerable to those who haven't the inclination to understand them. He likes to think of himself as one of those great things. An acquired taste, like a fine wine. Or perhaps a particularly pungent cheese.
Despite Astarion's rather dispassionate review, he finds himself glowing with the delight of a job well done. He thinks he's known Astarion long enough to know this is probably as gushing as his evaluation is going to get. In Astarionese, he imagines this is probably something like, 'Oh, Gale, this was a life-changing experience. You're the smartest, most interesting person in the entire world.'
Something like that. He may have used a little bit of artistic license, but the sentiment is surely there. ]
Happy? [ Obviously. It's written all over his face, but he makes a poor attempt at acting disinterested. ] I suppose I'm... 'fine'.
[ Maybe Astarion had a point about him acting like a toddler, but he won't be examining that. ]
Have you any feedback for next time, then?
[ He stares with expectant sincerity, having already decided on his own that, of course, there will be a next time. The possibility that Astarion wouldn't want to be book buddies hasn't even crossed his mind. Despite the worry for his book's safety, the endless anticipation, and Astarion's irritating review... it was fun. ]
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Despite Astarion's rather dispassionate review, he finds himself glowing with the delight of a job well done. He thinks he's known Astarion long enough to know this is probably as gushing as his evaluation is going to get. In Astarionese, he imagines this is probably something like, 'Oh, Gale, this was a life-changing experience. You're the smartest, most interesting person in the entire world.'
Something like that. He may have used a little bit of artistic license, but the sentiment is surely there. ]
Happy? [ Obviously. It's written all over his face, but he makes a poor attempt at acting disinterested. ] I suppose I'm... 'fine'.
[ Maybe Astarion had a point about him acting like a toddler, but he won't be examining that. ]
Have you any feedback for next time, then?
[ He stares with expectant sincerity, having already decided on his own that, of course, there will be a next time. The possibility that Astarion wouldn't want to be book buddies hasn't even crossed his mind. Despite the worry for his book's safety, the endless anticipation, and Astarion's irritating review... it was fun. ]