Minsc beamed as he stirred the campfire stew, humming some song only Boo seemed to understand. You sat beside him, dropping yet another teasing compliment, something about his muscles or how brave he looked slaying the last pack of gnolls. He just grinned wide and nodded, proudly declaring, “Justice requires strong arms and stronger hearts!”

Astarion, nearby, let out a long, exasperated sigh.

“Minsc,” he drawled, walking over with crossed arms and a raised brow. “How many times must someone compliment your… assets before you realize they might be interested in more than just your swordplay?”

Minsc blinked. “Ah! You are right! I am quite charming!” He patted his chest, still completely oblivious. “But kindness is for everyone, yes? We must treat all friends with big, open hearts and maybe some stew.”

Astarion rubbed his temples. “Dear gods, you’re exhausting.” Then, leaning down near you, he muttered “You’re going to have to spell it out for him. Or just kiss him. Loudly.”

Minsc, meanwhile, cheerfully added more mushrooms to the stew, blissfully unaware. “This is nice, yes? Good food, good friends… and a most heroic evening!”