#Wyll seems like the kind of guy who would find dick jokes hilarious

[dragonagitator]

Since people enjoyed this post so much, perhaps you will also enjoy this snippet from my "Modern Girl in Faerun" author self-insert isekai WIP.

For context, it's the first long rest, and we've been to the Grove but haven't encountered Karlach yet.

Scene under the cut. Criticism welcome!

The fire was warm, but the ground was hard and cold, and my scavenged bedroll was too thin to provide much cushioning.

"Gale?" I broke the silence after a couple of minutes of tossing and turning.

"Mmm?" he responded sleepily from his side of the fire.

"Why are we sleeping on these bedrolls when you can summon beds? Because I know you can summon beds, I've seen you do it in my previous, um, 'time loops.'"

"Ah, well, while I could certainly 'summon' a bed, it would only stay 'summoned' for as long as I am able to concentrate on maintaining the spell," he explained. "So, as soon as I were to slip into slumber, the bed would wink out of existence, and its occupant would tumble to the ground rather abruptly. Counterproductive to a restful night's sleep, as I'm sure you would agree."

"Oh, that makes way more sense than my theory," I said.

"Oh? And what was your theory?" Gale sounded excited over the prospect of having someone to discuss magical theory with.

'Oh, my adorable nerd,' I thought fondly.

"That the spell's somatic component was an erection," I teased.

Wyll erupted into peals of laughter while Gale sputtered indignantly.

"What? No! Why would you -- that is absolutely not how it works -- whatever in the world gave you that idea?" Gale demanded.

"Context," I replied mysteriously.

"Will you lot be quiet?" Shadowheart interjected disapprovingly. "We've all had a long day, and it sounds like we have many more long days ahead of us. We need rest, not this late-night foolishness."

"You know, for someone who doesn't remember shit, you sure do a keen impression of a Mother Superior scolding the girls' dormitory," I retorted sulkily.

"The istik priest speaks truth. We would be wise to rest while we can," Lae'zel chimed in.

'Dang, Lae'zel and Shadowheart agreeing on something already? I'm such a uniter! Look at me speedrunning their friendship!' I began giggling to myself.

"SHUT. UP!" Astarion snapped.

'I don't know what he's so pissy about. He only needs, what, like 4 hours of meditation? Oh, wait, he's probably hungry and waiting for us to fall asleep so he can sneak off to hunt. Right.'

"Goodnight, everyone," I sing-songed sweetly.

Wyll's muffled snickering gradually faded as he regained his composure, leaving nothing but the sound of the crackling fire.

'When I fall asleep here, will I wake up back in real life?' I wondered as I drifted off.