#Gale is at least honest with his yearning for softer simpler things. I think he gets the impression she CONVINCED

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@enidrhena asked: ❛  when  you’ve  been  fed  lies  for  so  long ,  you  eventually  lose  your  appetite  for  love .  ❜ (𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑺 STARTERS: still accepting.)

"Or alternatively, you begin to crave all the more."

One look at them, and one might learn where they both stand.

Gale, preparing dinner for their party, doesn't quite meet her eyes. Rather, focused on his important task--mincing garlic, fragrant rothé in the air--he catches her lingering like ghosts at the door. She's colder than him, something like the tundra or a petulant winter. And yet, all ice that she is with such frost in her bite, she's still, he's discovered, like a midday sun. She's fierce and angry. She's a bristling peacock. Still, she's hungry, too, for the meagerest of things, and with a wedge of garlic slipping up his nails, he wonders what else was torn from her.

Love, apparently, a deep, deep one. Unlike her, Gale, unfortunately, still soppily wants it.

"I can't do much about the appetite for love," he segues, "but I can serve you the finest dinner this side of the Surbrin. At the very least, I can guarantee that one plate will hardly satisfy. If you're in need to be voracious, look no further." That sounds weak even to his own ears, but he still smiles, half a laugh spilling out of him. "Unfortunately, sating one hunger, in my experience, is no substitute for tiding another."