The Driftwood Undertavern. It was nice, coming across like-minded people and a place they could feel so at ease in. Places like these were so familiar and always felt like coming home. Well, what Kath imagined coming home would feel like at least. He never did have much experience with that sort of thing.

He and Ifan had nearly shared their first kiss here so that certainly gave it more meaning. This place was still the most comfortable they'd felt in a long while and they'd taken to spending quite a bit of time here together when possible. Kath was leaning lazily against Ifan, his eyes half closed as they passed the drudanae pipe back and forth.

"I have to say," Kath said after a long companionable silence. "It's nice seeing you so relaxed."

"Aren't I always relaxed?" Ifan asked, eyebrow raised.

"You're usually all broody, although I guess it just makes it more amusing when you start poking fun."

"I'm not broody," Ifan objected, nudging him slightly. "You just think everyone's broody who's not as ridiculous as you."

"Rude," Kath said, not even bothering to hide his grin as he snatched the pipe back from Ifan. "You're lucky you're cute."

"Cute, eh?"

Ifan took him by surprise when he tilted Kath's head in his direction so he could lean down and capture his lips in a quick kiss. It was distressingly short and they both blushed, turning back towards the fire quickly to avoid making eye contact. Thankfully the room didn't break out into cheering again. It seemed no one was watching them. Ifan took the pipe back and took a large drag of it. This entire thing was silly. They'd kissed a few times before and Kath was tired of letting it reduce him to a blushing mess. Although it was adorable seeing Ifan like this.

"This is ridiculous," he said, making up his mind. What was the point if they didn't take a little advantage if their brief moments alone together?

"What-"

Before he could finish, Kath swung around so he was straddling Ifan's lap and kissed him. Deeply. He threaded his fingers through Ifan's long hair, enjoying how surprisingly soft it was even as his beard scraped roughly against his neck as Ifan kissed lower. Kath pulled at him needily, biting at his ear gently, and it wasn't until a quiet sound escapes his lips that they both seemed to remember they were still in public. Ifan pulled back quickly, turning an even brighter shade of red, and Kath couldn't help but grin at him as he slid off his lap.

"Perhaps we should continue this later," Ifan suggested, distracting himself with the pipe again.

"Forgetting yourself, are you? I'll take that as a compliment." Kath settled himself more comfortably against Ifan and took the pipe when it was offered to him. "But really, it's about time we did that again."

"Yeah," Ifan said, finding Kath's hand and weaving their fingers together, bringing his hand briefly to his lips. "Hopefully we won't have to wait until everyone in the area is high on drudanae to get some more privacy."

"Hey, I'm willing to resort to sorcery if necessary," Kath said, winking at him.

"Flattering, if a little desperate. Let's not go that far just yet. I'm sure there's a more sensible solution. Not that you'd know anything about sensible."

"Shut up and give me the pipe," Kath said with a little laugh, feeling happier and more at peace than he had is so long.