Galathiir kept his amusement at Lissa's desire for "gold in hand" to himself as he took a bite of the breakfast. A couple of more bites and he agrees with Yulia. "<em>Outside cold wind, Inside hot steam. </em><em>Singing in Aerowny's bath,</em>" he croons with a smirk as her hair still glides across his chest where she flipped it, her gold mingling with his own. Noticing the way Adrian seems to suddenly comprehend what happened last night, he is more amused. 'You don't smell it as soon as she opened the bedroll? We were in the same cave.' When Yulia adjusts her posture, he whispers, "Naughty girl," in her ear.<br/><br/>He spends a few more minutes idly eating his breakfast before looking to Yulia and Lissa's plates, wordlessly offering to take them if they're finished. Standing, he brings the<em>cleaned </em>plates back to Margolynn and packs them up. 'Now, about that bedroll....' he grins.<br/>