You knew that Astarion wasn’t a big fan of audiences, much less dates that he didn’t organize himself. He preferred luxurious restaurants, elite nightclubs, walks under the stars; yet sometimes you wanted something more ordinary. Today, you took him out shopping at the mall, even though he complained about it.

Standing in the aisles of the toy store, Astarion was holding a bunch of stuffed animals that you had chosen.

"Is that all, my sweet? I’m afraid that there won't be any room for me."