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[onetrackminds]

Then I'll set the table.

[But for now: munch munch munch. They're going to have to buy more fruit soon, he's not used to being able to eat it every day, and he might be taking advantage of the fact.]

[hawkethat]

That sounds good. This shouldn't take too long.

[Anders can eat all the fruit he wants, acquiring more is not a problem! And Hawke is now chopping up some fresh veggies to fry with chicken.]

[onetrackminds]

[Fruit is another great aspect of this ship. They should take advantage and figure out how to make pies.

In the meantime, he's dumping the core in the trash and setting about getting them plates and glasses of water. And he's being accompanied by Maleficat now. He's helping.]

[hawkethat]

[And Pearl is helping Hawke in the kitchen by being tiny and fluffy and underfoot.

Despite that, though, the sounds and smells of sizzling veggies and chicken are soon apparent.]

Did you set out the last of the bread?

[onetrackminds]

[That smell is just making him feel even hungrier. His mouth is essentially watering by this point.]

I'll grab it now.

[Well. The cat is taking up the space on the table where the bread would go. Oh well, he can chase him off in a moment.]

[hawkethat]

[The smell's got Hawke's mouth watering too, never fear. Luckily it only takes about six or seven minutes for the chicken to cook thoroughly. No big deal if most of the veggies are still crispy, right? He doesn't chop them very small anyway...that takes too long.]

Is that a cat on the table?

[Not that he really cares too much about the cat being on the table, it's just that it's taking up precious space where they could be putting food.]

[onetrackminds]

He's just curious what we're doing. Aren't you? You're just a curious little kitty.

[Whoops devolving into baby talk here, even as he picks Maleficat up with one hand and sets the bread down where he was with the other.]

You can sit in my lap while I eat.

[hawkethat]

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. >.>]

[onetrackminds]

You can sit on my lap after we eat.

[he might be leering a bit, although he's still petting the cat.]

[hawkethat]

...Well that's alright, then.

[Return leer is go]

[Also, serving dinner now. Gotta get Anders' stomach to stop making all those horrible noises!]

[onetrackminds]

[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.

[hawkethat]

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~]

[onetrackminds]

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.

[hawkethat]

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?

[onetrackminds]

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.

[hawkethat]

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.

[onetrackminds]

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.

[hawkethat]

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?

[onetrackminds]

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.

[hawkethat]

I do it primarily for yours.

[Anders smiles are Anders smiles, and they are all too rare. Hawke is the last person to be picky about who they're directed at.]

...Not every day, I don't.

[onetrackminds]

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.

[hawkethat]

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.

[onetrackminds]

... 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.

[hawkethat]

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.

[onetrackminds]

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.