#pentaghast

Sera giggled, though it was punctuated with the occasional snort. “There is flour on your ears!” She proclaimed, trying to point at her friend’s ears but unable to keep herself still.

Lavellan, also in hysterics, pointed to her nose; “Well you’ve got jam on your face!”

The two elves cackled, tears streamed down their faces and blended with the assortment of foodstuffs they had been hurling at each other only moments ago. Sera loved when the inquisitor was like this. He was always making sarcastic remarks and teasing his friends, so the archer had been confused when the first time she had tried to play pranks with him, Jamor had seemed so…hesitant and boring. But now, in this moment, she had proven her initial assumption correct: Inquisitor Lavellan could be fun.

“What is the meaning of this!?”

Cassandra, however, did not entirely love when the Inquisitor was like this.

The two jesters’ laughter slowed to a subdued chuckle as they turned their heads to face the newcomer.

“Cassandra!” Jamor waved at her from across the table where the two had been supposedly sharing a meal…or what was once a meal. “Why don’t you join us?”

“Yes!” Sera piped in, “Join us for face-jam toast!” with that, she erupted into laughter once more. Jamor, however, was not so easily set off. He smiled up at the warrior, one eyebrow raised. Flustered, Cassandra glared at him, brows furrowed, and cheeks covered in a light red.  

“Inquisitor, could your time not be spent more…” Her eyes surveyed the scene before continuing; “Productively?”

Jamor stood up from his chair, delicately wiping some of the food from his face.

“Is keeping spirits high not productive?” He remarked, meeting her eyes. Cassandra looked away quickly, letting out a ‘tch’ sound.

“Just…be at the war room in an hour…” She huffed, walking out the door.