"I wonder if we could make sort of a thing that people could doze if they wanted in the parlor." Balthier leans to kiss his cheek. "Clint Barton. Basch. Noah's down getting things together to make -"
In the distance there's some noises like a bunch of sails and a sound akin to a foghorn and a flute. "Dinner," Balthier says heading to look out the window. "Must be getting near sunset, if we're getting a flyover. Clint was going to borrow something and change out of his work clothing before he headed down."