[Byleth nodded as Joshua described his brother, sympathetic to his desire to see him again. After all, Byleth came to these gatherings for the same reason: not just for the free food, but to see if his father had finally graced these shores, and feeling increasingly embittered with his prolonged absence.]

I have a pen and some paper- hold on.

[He rummaged through a small pocket on the side of his satchel and drew out a few sheaves of paper. There was some writing scrawled on parts of it, though 'writing' was perhaps a bit generous for the messy, chicken-scratch scrawl that was barely legible. His handwriting was atrocious, but if Joshua took a moment to try and read it when Byleth handed him a piece of paper with a blank space on the back, he'd see that it was a... romance scene?

A hunter proclaiming their love to some sentient beast he had been contracted to hunt, in fact. Hmm.]

Here, you may use that. These are just notes for myself whenever inspiration strikes.