You already complain about the time I spend in there as it is. Besides, you're the only one who sees my chest hair and apparently it's doing just fine without any extra help from me.
Anders! Why must you say these hurtful things? What did my beard ever do to deserve censure like that?
[He's obviously not too upset though, because he leans in to drop another quick kiss on Anders' cheek, before pulling away to check on the stew warming on the stove.]
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[he'll press a kiss to Hawke's bearded jaw, too.]
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[Return kiss to Anders' scruffy jaw goes here.]
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Yes, exactly.
[Wait until you meet Carver, Anders!]
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Your chest hair is magnificent, Hawke. Can you blame me?
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[he's not annoyed, btw, just pointing it out.]
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What about the people at the taverns?
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[He's obviously not too upset though, because he leans in to drop another quick kiss on Anders' cheek, before pulling away to check on the stew warming on the stove.]
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I suppose I should tell you... Your beard has been cheating on me with your face.
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That's a filthy lie! Why would you say such a thing??
[He's so outraged he's just standing there, stirring the stew.]
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