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Not what she meant, but she could work with that.

"You know what? Yeah. Get Life back for tricking you, and cheating you out of a delicious pie." This should be...fine. There's no possible way this could go wrong or blow up in their faces.

Galen laughed, he couldn't help it, reaching out to pat Filarick's upper back a few times to hopefully help clear his throat of the tea. Maker knew he'd likely be the same way, if the roles were reversed -- both in his reaction to a cup of tea on a cold day, and how he'd misspoke.

"Easy there! Are you alright?" He finally said with a chuckle, giving one more pat before letting his hand fall away, "I didn't mean to... take you by surprise. I should have thought of this sooner. Clearly it was needed." And another mental note was made, on the list that grew every day, to ensure that the infirmary had enough kettles so they could have one dedicated for warm drinks, as well as plain, non-medicinal tea.

"Morren. I only recently joined the Inquisition." was the short reply. Morren of Nowehere, kin to no one.

A part of her was still anxious not to say more. After all, her clan, or now former clan, had imprisoned and harmed Inquisition scouts. Any of those scouts could have family members who would want revenge for that and honestly Morren wouldn't blame them there. She had the good sense to get out of the Mire before the Inquisitor had descended and instead pledged herself to the cause.

( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ»: Do they have a sensitive spot/s?

Totally not shippy memes, nope!

Physical Details || Accepting!

(„ᵕᴗᵕ„): Does their face turn red when embarrassed? If so, how else do they react when embarrassed? (I.E. Shifting of weight upon foot, etc.)

Just her cheeks, ears, and if her neck wasn't covered in black vallaslin, you'd notice her neck flush too. When she's especially nervous she might get very hot and break into a little sweat. Likely smiles/laughs nervously.

( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ»: Do they have a sensitive spot/s?

Adam chuckled lightly. “I wonder which of them would make the winning bet, or if they’d both be wrong.” He said with a smile before smirking at her wish to have seen him fancied up. “Well I do cut a good figure in a suit and I’ve been told I clean up very nicely. Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get to see me dressed up some time.” He said with a wink. 

He stoked the fire a bit more, making sure they didn’t lose the warmth. “As for being married off, I’ve had a few close calls. Was technically engaged for a time, but me and her were really just friends and using it as a ploy to fend off suitors for her for a time.” He smiled at the memories and wondered what she was up to now adays, if she had survived the blight or not, he never did find out. But he was pretty sure someone like her wouldn’t have die to just any apocalypses. “Aside from that I was almost wedded off a couple of times, but really the danger of sleeping around in Noble circles was the potential suitors who were pissed off I ‘deflowered’ their loves. That said I did end up in more than one threesome with the suitor and suitress that way.” He snickered, very clearly showing just how much trouble he used to get up to even back in his noble days. One must wonder how he’s lasted this long without catching anything or dying in a duel of honor.

Avery laughed. "I want to say they both would be wrong, but I have a feeling Varric would end up winning. He doesn't usually bet on things he knows he wont win." She pointed out. She laughed and shook her head. "Good luck getting me into a dress." She said. "Never was one for the big fluffy dresses." She smiled. "Though I'm sure you look fabulous dressed up."

@stellstells asked:

"Could this morning get any worse?" (Adam)

Filarick looked at him confused for a moment before suddenly panicking in a hushed tone. "Wait! No no no- I didn't mean that. I truly smell bacon." He said before calming down slightly. "I think a smell is just stuck in my nose from the blast of smoke I got in my face earlier, Maker, I'd never say something like that in a room full of nobles, especially not to someone of noble blood."

If anything, Filarick’s panic only made Elijah grin harder -- laugh, even. And when he got a look from the nearest group of nobles, he simply blessed them with this charming smile of his. The key to getting away with doing something wrong is to look like you’re not doing anything wrong. These nobles will assume his companion has told him an innocent joke. How were they supposed to guess that Elijah was laughing at them -- and subsequently, himself?

"Hey, it could always be me whose incapacitated. The healing potions will work equally well on either of us," Iveani pointed out cheerfully.