He gives a small, surprised yelp at that, and straightens, looking indignant. Suffice to say, Mystra never swatted him playfully on the ass, and it will require some adjustment.

"Fine, fine. Just to keep Tara from getting angry," he says, even though it's absolutely not true. He would do just about anything Harley asked him to, at this point.

He spends some time debating what he should make. It's their first meal of the day, but it's closer to lunchtime than breakfast. Eventually he sets to work, and this time the distinctive smells and sounds of frying waft up to the study. Once he's done, he calls up to her to let her know. The little kitchen table is set with fried quipper and chips, with hundur sauce and melted waterdhavian cheese to dip it in