Cardan liked whining. It was one of his wonderful talents and showcased the amount of emotion he held internally when he decided it was time to go and bother you. This one was his throat was dry and with the amount of times you had denied him wine, he would have to settle.

That had concluded them at a local diner that used to be one of your favorites before Elfhame. Cardan liked going other places that he hadn't stepped into before, his local adventure being a pet store, and this was no different. Especially the slightly sticky menus from the syrup dispenser beside him.

His shoes were messing with yours underneath the table as he bobbed his head to the side as his onyx, gold flaked eyes, scanned over the plastic covered menu.

"Do they have alcohol?" Cardan curtly asks as he looks over to your face.