Balthier makes a mental note to pick up plastic utensils for the house. Honestly, there’s a lot he wants to pick up after today.

“You can be both, dear one, and I’d be lying if I said the thought of what you’d look like naked in a chair hadn’t crossed my mind. Though admittedly that image had you less miserable and more demanding of my attention.”

He pulls his phone out, sorting for the things with low delivery times to the hotel. Look how much he’s learned. “Chinese, Bahn Mi, and diner food look like our best options.”