[can you hear the horrified expression he's making, nari

he's doing it extra hard]

Including dessert?

[he tries for humor there but something trips over a memory of the tirashan and the forgotten ones and the laughter behind the words is a little strangled, a little strained.

deep breath. move on.]

Right, but--how? You don't have anything on you for trading bodies you haven't told me about, have you? Another Dalish secret?