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The Lord Commander? Getting up to no good?

[It feels good to laugh, so laugh he does. Despite the circumstance, he finds that he feels incredibly warm. Maybe it's the fact that Estinien has so boldly affirmed their bond. Or perhaps it's just profound relief to know that he and everyone else had come through okay.]

I should hope not. It would not do for me to have to quarrel with the Fury herself in an an attempt to drag you back.

Perhaps not the Lord Commander, if only because Lucia keeps you in line, but Aymeric de Borel? Absolutely.

[He shakes his head--of course Aymeric would say that, and Estinien is sure if anyone could find a way to manage it it's him.]

I brought back something I think you'd like, if you've any appetite.

I'll not have you spreading such slanderous rumors about me, Ser Dragoon.

[His eyes still dance with that lighthearted joy, even as he tilts his head just so. There's a faint thrill that runs through him, silly though it is. He's certain that Estinien has thought about him plenty from time to time -- it hardly seems special for it to have occurred yet again. Yet the fact that even away, his companion's thoughts had drifted to him?

It feels good, in ways he doesn't care to place.]

In my years, I have found that fretting takes up quite the amount of energy. [He gives a nod.] I will gladly take whatever you have to offer.

[He goes back to get one of the boxes he'd set down as he'd come in, a small white foam box with a dessert made of flaky pastry and nuts nestled inside.]

There's something similar in Thavnair and the Far East. Pastry and nuts with honey syrup.

[By the Twelve, Aymeric stares at Estinien with such adoration that one might easily suspect the Dragoon had hung the very stars. He has vaguely heard of such desserts, but never has he had the pleasure of tasting them. He reaches for the box politely as can be, though his expression never fades from positively dazzled.

Consider any lingering feelings of doubt absolutely destroyed.]

I trust you fetched one for yourself. I can hardly enjoy dessert without you.

Something else, yes, you know I've not as potent a sweet tooth as you.

[He had tried it once, back in Thavnair, but found it far too sugary for his liking. Which of course meant it was perfect for Aymeric. He hands over the first box and picks up the second with his own treat, a simple cake that is honestly more than he'd usually get for himself, but he can have half and push the rest on the other man tomorrow before they leave.]

[Aymeric seems contented enough with that answer. He waits for Estinien to settle with his own treat, before turning his attention to more important matters -- dessert. Given his own culinarian inclinations, he's heard plenty of rumors about proper etiquette when it comes to certain items. He'll simply have to hope that he has the right idea when he takes the baklava between his fingers and turns it upside down to take a bite.

Regardless of whether or not he manages to keep up appearances, he seems fully pleased with the flavor. His eyes flutter shut as he allows the pastry to rest on his tongue, expression one of sheer delight. He finishes it off with considerably less care, far more eager to enjoy the taste than to make a show of it all.]

I... believe you will have to tell me where you collected such a dish. I will need a handful more for the road, once we depart.

[He knew you'd like it. He flashes a brief but pleased smile, that he can still guess these things.]

A bakery a few doors over.

[He's managed about half of his own, and he puts the rest aside. Too much sugar.]

Not that I'd expected to need treats to mollify you, though I'm glad you enjoyed it nonetheless.

That you were thinking of me at all is an honor.

[Sometimes it's just good to know that your bestie thinks about you as much as you think about him. There's nothing better than two guys mutually being pals.]

Next time I will try to ensure that it comes off as nothing more than a good deed, rather than an attempt at bribery. I... apologize for confronting you about this so abruptly.

Tis nothing.

[He says, a little short--but in that sort of way he gets when he's forced to speak too candidly, as if he's had to acknowledge a little too much of his feelings.]

I ought to have been honest with you, though...as you can imagine, tis a difficult thing to bring up in idle conversation.

[By now, Aymeric knows that tone. He won't press the matter -- gratitude has been expressed and acknowledged. Insisting was only liable to ruffle Estinien's feathers further.]

One does not idly speak on their own death. Tis hard enough to mention so much as near-death.

I would not dare to even attempt to withhold an apology for it all. In the end, I can only thank you for choosing not to hide it any further.

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