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That would make it a bit difficult for you to eat, wouldn't it--oh.
[He looks over to see Anders snuggling up on the evil cat. Which explains the baby-talk. Welp.]
You're talking to the cat.
[He might be just a tiny bit disappointed. Just a tiny bit. >.>]
[He looks over to see Anders snuggling up on the evil cat. Which explains the baby-talk. Welp.]
You're talking to the cat.
[He might be just a tiny bit disappointed. Just a tiny bit. >.>]
You can sit on my lap after we eat.
[he might be leering a bit, although he's still petting the cat.]
[he might be leering a bit, although he's still petting the cat.]
[he'll sit down, then, and place Maleficat in his lap. And true to his kitty nature, he immediately has two paws up on the table to see.]
It smells wonderful, although I'd eat almost anything at the moment.
It smells wonderful, although I'd eat almost anything at the moment.
Well, you're in luck, because instead of almost anything, this is actual food.
[Here is Hawke placing a plate with a big heaping serving of chicken and stir-fried veggies in front of Anders like a good husbando.
And sitting down across from him with a similarly filled plate for himself.]
With garlic and salt and everything.
[Wooooah, watch out, it's Messere Fancy Chef over here~]
[Here is Hawke placing a plate with a big heaping serving of chicken and stir-fried veggies in front of Anders like a good husbando.
And sitting down across from him with a similarly filled plate for himself.]
With garlic and salt and everything.
[Wooooah, watch out, it's Messere Fancy Chef over here~]
You spoil me.
[He's half-teasing, but half serious as well. He smiles at Hawke and immediately grabs a fork to start eating.
It's a good thing it's all chopped up already, because he needs his other hand to keep Maleficat off the table. He'd like some of that, too!]
Have you seen the amount of spices they have at the market here? Salt and nutmeg are about the only ones I've even heard of.
[He's half-teasing, but half serious as well. He smiles at Hawke and immediately grabs a fork to start eating.
It's a good thing it's all chopped up already, because he needs his other hand to keep Maleficat off the table. He'd like some of that, too!]
Have you seen the amount of spices they have at the market here? Salt and nutmeg are about the only ones I've even heard of.
Someone has to.
[Smiling, Hawke starts in on his own food, though he keeps half an eye on Anders; it's always satisfying to watch him actually eat, since he still seems to resistant to the idea most of the time.]
I can't even imagine what you would do with a quarter of the spices they have here.
[He's pretty sure some of them wound up in the food served in the Hightown mansion, but as he wasn't doing any of the cooking at that time, there's no way for him to know for sure.]
Have you seen the prices on some of them?
[Smiling, Hawke starts in on his own food, though he keeps half an eye on Anders; it's always satisfying to watch him actually eat, since he still seems to resistant to the idea most of the time.]
I can't even imagine what you would do with a quarter of the spices they have here.
[He's pretty sure some of them wound up in the food served in the Hightown mansion, but as he wasn't doing any of the cooking at that time, there's no way for him to know for sure.]
Have you seen the prices on some of them?
And here I thought being spoiled was considered a bad character trait.
[Even abominations need food sometimes, especially when they used up all their energy and more in just a few hours. He keeps forgetting just how draining it is to draw on his magic for too long. Until the exhaustion actually hits, that is.
So yeah, he'll eat properly today. If Maleficat lets him.]
I'm more surprised the other spices are so cheap. Like salt.
[Even abominations need food sometimes, especially when they used up all their energy and more in just a few hours. He keeps forgetting just how draining it is to draw on his magic for too long. Until the exhaustion actually hits, that is.
So yeah, he'll eat properly today. If Maleficat lets him.]
I'm more surprised the other spices are so cheap. Like salt.
I don't think there's anything wrong with being spoiled, as long as you know how to appreciate it.
[Being consistently spoiled from a young age tends to create entitled and insufferable adults. Having nothing from a young age and then stumbling into something in adulthood seems to encourage appreciation rather than entitlement.
...And Maleficat had better let him eat properly. Hawke will be keeping an eye on that one. B|]
It's probably so affordable because it's so common and uncultured.
[Being consistently spoiled from a young age tends to create entitled and insufferable adults. Having nothing from a young age and then stumbling into something in adulthood seems to encourage appreciation rather than entitlement.
...And Maleficat had better let him eat properly. Hawke will be keeping an eye on that one. B|]
It's probably so affordable because it's so common and uncultured.
I do appreciate it. More than you know.
[He's always saying that, but... he does. He really does. Hawke is so insistent about taking care of him, and it's so hard to accept. But it does feel good, too, when he lets it.
He smiles. And pushes Maleficat down again, before he can steal a piece of chicken off his plate.]
Uncultured describes us well.
[He's always saying that, but... he does. He really does. Hawke is so insistent about taking care of him, and it's so hard to accept. But it does feel good, too, when he lets it.
He smiles. And pushes Maleficat down again, before he can steal a piece of chicken off his plate.]
Uncultured describes us well.
Well, then, there's no need to worry about your character becoming spoiled.
[He smiles when Anders smiles, even though he thinks Anders might only be smiling at the cat in his lap.]
It's hard to get more uncultured than a pair of scruffy, unshaven apostates, isn't it?
[He smiles when Anders smiles, even though he thinks Anders might only be smiling at the cat in his lap.]
It's hard to get more uncultured than a pair of scruffy, unshaven apostates, isn't it?
Sometimes I suspect you do it for your own benefit.
[He can smile at Hawke even with cats around, okay. It's a totally different kind of smile. He should be able to tell!]
You spend an hour in the bathroom trimming your beard, love. I don't think that applies to you.
[He can smile at Hawke even with cats around, okay. It's a totally different kind of smile. He should be able to tell!]
You spend an hour in the bathroom trimming your beard, love. I don't think that applies to you.
Because you believe I'll starve to death.
[This one is cut short by continued eating, but Hawke probably won't mind that, either.]
No, you occasionally just spend an hour staring at yourself in the mirror, to make sure it's even.
[This one is cut short by continued eating, but Hawke probably won't mind that, either.]
No, you occasionally just spend an hour staring at yourself in the mirror, to make sure it's even.
If you don't eat, you die. There's not a whole lot of belief there so much as irrefutable fact.
[Yes, good, keep eating, Anders...!
Meanwhile Hawke grabs that bread he had Anders set out, butters a couple of slices, and...puts one on Anders' plate. Whoops.]
Yes, occasionally. That's not an every day thing either.
[Yes, good, keep eating, Anders...!
Meanwhile Hawke grabs that bread he had Anders set out, butters a couple of slices, and...puts one on Anders' plate. Whoops.]
Yes, occasionally. That's not an every day thing either.
... I do know that.
[Why is he even bringing this up again? There's no point. No one can out-stubborn Hawke.
He'll just take a bite out of that bread, then.]
Which means that on average, you still spend about an hour on your beard each day. It's your manners that make you uncultured, not your facial hair.
[Why is he even bringing this up again? There's no point. No one can out-stubborn Hawke.
He'll just take a bite out of that bread, then.]
Which means that on average, you still spend about an hour on your beard each day. It's your manners that make you uncultured, not your facial hair.
Just...making sure.
[Hawke is the most stubborn! And also stretching out his legs under the table to nudge at Anders' feet with his toes.]
There are some who would beg to differ. About my beard, that is. No one would argue about my terrible manners.
[Hawke is the most stubborn! And also stretching out his legs under the table to nudge at Anders' feet with his toes.]
There are some who would beg to differ. About my beard, that is. No one would argue about my terrible manners.
I am a healer.
[It just doesn't apply to himself, clearly. Although that might be the spirit in him, since Justice isn't used to depending on regular sustenance. Whoops.
Nudging right back, though.]
They're only jealous.
[It just doesn't apply to himself, clearly. Although that might be the spirit in him, since Justice isn't used to depending on regular sustenance. Whoops.
Nudging right back, though.]
They're only jealous.
[Why is he even still arguing.]
Why am I even still arguing?
[nuuuudge nudge nudge. Wait, can he slide his foot up higher? Going for the inside of Hawke's thigh now, to distract him.]
Your beard. No one would be jealous of your manners.
Why am I even still arguing?
[nuuuudge nudge nudge. Wait, can he slide his foot up higher? Going for the inside of Hawke's thigh now, to distract him.]
Your beard. No one would be jealous of your manners.
I'm not sure. Because arguing is fun?
[Oh my, Anders, so forward! He will totally not complain (strongly or believably, anyway) about how very distracting that is.]
...That's what I thought. Anyone jealous of my manners is in need of some good, thorough soul-searching.
[Oh my, Anders, so forward! He will totally not complain (strongly or believably, anyway) about how very distracting that is.]
...That's what I thought. Anyone jealous of my manners is in need of some good, thorough soul-searching.
Or you bring it out in people.
[Blame everything on Hawke! While continuing to rub against him with his foot, because he can, and because it means he might have a chance of winning. Maybe.]
They could be jealous of your confidence. Although that's not really the same thing.
[Blame everything on Hawke! While continuing to rub against him with his foot, because he can, and because it means he might have a chance of winning. Maybe.]
They could be jealous of your confidence. Although that's not really the same thing.
If I do, it's entirely unintentional. Most of the time.
[Oh yeah, well, two can play at that game! Hawke's going to keep nudging and sliding his foot against Anders' legs under the table too.]
It really isn't. They're probably just jealous of my beard. [SHRUG]
[Oh yeah, well, two can play at that game! Hawke's going to keep nudging and sliding his foot against Anders' legs under the table too.]
It really isn't. They're probably just jealous of my beard. [SHRUG]
Most of the time.
[...this is distracting him from eating. Whoops.]
Anyone would be. Even I am a bit.
[...this is distracting him from eating. Whoops.]
Anyone would be. Even I am a bit.
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