Catti'Brie walked the caverns of Mithril hall. She had recently finished a training session Drizzt, that handsome Dark Elf, and was rather bored. She was getting used to her magical sword's constant hunger for blood, and was controlling it, but he didn't make good conversation. She decided for target practice with her bow, Telmarril, the heart-seeker. She went up to the cliffs above the cavernous halls, and set up some dummies of cloth and straw. Twang, twang, twang! Crash, crash, crash! All three dummies went down, arrows placed squarely in the bulls-eyes in their heads. "This will get old fast...." Catti'Brie said, and went back down to the alchemist, to see if he had something new he'd like her to see.

(I'm going to make up the alchemist, since I don't know any alchemists beside one gnome whose name I cannot remember.)
"Hello, old Fizzlewick!" Catti'Brie called happily as she stepped into the alchemist shop. A wizened old gnome turned from a shelf of potions to smile broadly at the young woman as she stepped into his shop.

"Why 'ello there, Catti!" The gnome said, in an odd cross between a gnomish accent and a dwarven one, probably from spending so much time with the dwarves.

"Anything new you wanted to show me?" The young girl asked, a glint in her eye. She looked to old Fizzlewick Graydraught like a grandfather, a very friendly, potion-making grandfather.

"As it just so 'appens, I've got a potion 'ere that may just 'elp you fall in a bit wif that elf friend o yers." Fizzlewick said, pulling out a small pink vial from a shelf.

Option 1: What if Catti'Brie was a bit more 'voluptuous'? This could be her just gaining weight from the potion, or getting a nice hourglass figure. Either way, there's more up top and down below. This is just whether there's something in the middle or not.

Option 2: What if Catti'Brie and Drizzt fell more in love than they already were? Perhaps throwing caution to the wind and outright dating, and perhaps marrying?