[His next chuckle is more an exhale than anything: hot breath ghosting against the sharp line of Astarion's ear as his fingers squeeze his thighs: brat, not for the question itself but the deliberately impudently way it was delivered. And yet Fenris is not offended; to his surprise, he's enjoying this immensely. No one has ever asked him about home before.]
No.
[Well—]
They revere dragons, but they do not worship them like gods. And you will not see snake meat served on any magister's plate, though it isn't the most uncommon thing down in the poorer districts. I have eaten it before. It was . . . fish-like.
[Someone once told him that snakes taste of whatever it is they ate in life, but frankly, he's never gone back to find out.]
But one has little connection to the other. Our dishes tend to be mostly made of meats and breads, though less . . . hearty than they are here. And, [he adds, unaware of the slight smile gracing his lips,] before you ask: rampant orgies that are decadent dens of blood and vice are about as common as they are here, which is to say it happens mostly among the younger nobles who have little time on their hands. [A quick squeeze to one supple curve, a tease that goes unacknowledged as he smoothly continues:] But it is mostly humans there, with other species implicitly discouragee taking positions of power. I have seen elves as magisters, but it is still a rare enough thing.
[A beat, and then, with a little grin:]
We also sometimes will have roasted crickets dipped in chocolate as a snack. You might like those.
[They're actually quite good; that is assuredly not why he suggests it.]
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No.
[Well—]
They revere dragons, but they do not worship them like gods. And you will not see snake meat served on any magister's plate, though it isn't the most uncommon thing down in the poorer districts. I have eaten it before. It was . . . fish-like.
[Someone once told him that snakes taste of whatever it is they ate in life, but frankly, he's never gone back to find out.]
But one has little connection to the other. Our dishes tend to be mostly made of meats and breads, though less . . . hearty than they are here. And, [he adds, unaware of the slight smile gracing his lips,] before you ask: rampant orgies that are decadent dens of blood and vice are about as common as they are here, which is to say it happens mostly among the younger nobles who have little time on their hands. [A quick squeeze to one supple curve, a tease that goes unacknowledged as he smoothly continues:] But it is mostly humans there, with other species implicitly discouragee taking positions of power. I have seen elves as magisters, but it is still a rare enough thing.
[A beat, and then, with a little grin:]
We also sometimes will have roasted crickets dipped in chocolate as a snack. You might like those.
[They're actually quite good; that is assuredly not why he suggests it.]