A Little Out Of Her Depth Here

[thecookery]

FORM: sending crystal
SENDER: Avery
RECIPIENT: everybody!
WHAT: A little information gathering for the near future
WHEN: current
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: None for the moment!

Right, so... [Ugh, she almost forgot how much she dislikes using these things. Keep it short and... well, "sweet" is a bit of a stretch.] Here's a question for all you other saps who got the boot from the mountain to head up northways soon.

What are some of your favorite meals?

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[thecookery]

[Hilarious.]

Aye, well, I'll do my best, but there's only so many hungers I can help with.

[limier]

Lamb and almonds will quite do. How did you draw the short straw for Kirkwall?

[thecookery]

[Well, one would hope so. If that was Wren's attempt at a come-on, it was not a very good one.]

Wish I knew. If I've gaffed up and impressed someone accidental-like, I should like to change their mind on it.

[limier]

[ The trouble of spending half one's life in a barracks is this: the shit jokes rub off on you. Happily, she's not in the habit of flirting with mystery voices twenty years her junior, or this might be genuinely embarrassing.

As it stands, she's mostly worried about the food. She's really got her hopes set on those dumplings-on-a-stick. Did she jeopardize the dumplings-on-a-stick?? Shit, shit, shit. ]

It is perhaps not too late to begin burning everything. [ Though — come to think of it, that might only make her fit in with the city. ] Or poison. Call it an attempt at Orlesian cuisine.

[thecookery]

[Yeah, that's fair...... Still! Maybe next time.]

Oh, sure. [She snorts.] No downsides to either of those, eh?

[limier]

[ There's always a next time for embarrassment: ]

It always worked well enough for my mother.

[ Like that second attempt at a hilarious quip. Which is also a blatant lie. ]

[thecookery]

[Her cup runneth over.]

My mum is more about killing with kindness, but I never took to it over well. Maybe yours is more my speed.

[limier]

If this northern business does not work out, perhaps you might have yourself adopted. I shall put a bad word in — that ought to convince her.

[thecookery]

And I'll owe you one, should you ever need an insult.