super lavitz, the hero of bahamut (gripes) wrote in emillion, |
The corner of Lavitz's lips pulled into a brief smile. "I'm not sure so much food is a good idea with more dancing to be had," he reasoned, picking up a plate despite his words.
As a practiced noble, he knew better than to overeat, or drink until he couldn't see straight. It was different at a bar or pub with friends he trusted, but at important social functions, he had to be the sober, polite noble who couldn't say no to those who wanted him pulled out to the dance floor. And though he didn't know from personal experience, food and movement were not a good combination.
He opted for a flaky pastry, and breathed a soft laugh. "You can eat for the both of us," he suggested.