Alistair isn't exactly sure what caused him to buy a deck of cards on impulse, but he can't say he regretted the loss of coin. When poker was suggested, he shrugged and agreed, he was always decent at the game and he figured they couldn't exactly afford to bet anything legitimate.

Gathered around in a circle by the campfire was him, Zevran, Leliana, Oghren, Wynne, and their fearless leader. Their fearless leader who was terrible at this game. It was hilarious and kind of cute. She made excuses of course, something about never being in a position to learn how to play this game. At first everyone thought it was her way of bluffing, but after a few rounds of desperate looks to Wynne, it was all too (hilariously) real.

Soon, alcohol was introduced. She delved right into it after losing her bundle of elfroot to Zevran. Her drinking alcohol didn't make her play any better, of course. In fact it made her worse. She would (loudly) ask how each of her hands worked but could never figure out how each of them knew her cards. When Oghren attempted to give her the "good stuff" from his unmarked flask, there was a collective agreement that the game was over.

It was equally hilarious that her slight buzz caused her to pout, all the way back to their tent, and continued to do so laying together amongst their sleeping furs.

"Quit smirking, at me, Alistair" her order only making him snicker.

"Smirk at you, dear lady?" he pulled her back closer to his chest

"Yes, smirking at me. Just because I wasn't very good-"

"You were terrible."

"Alistair" he was sure she was trying to sound angry, but her huffed laughter completely covered it all up. He kissed her shoulder when she relaxed into his arms. "Where did you learn how to play?"

"In the Chantry, of course."

"I wasn't aware gambling was condoned by the Chantry."

"Oh it's not, but that didn't stop some of us from playing." He grinned at her sweet and suppressed giggles, kissing her below her earlobe, right where he knew it tickled.

"You're a regular troublemaker, aren't you?" she playfully shoved him away from her neck.

"The worst."

"And tell me, what exactly am I supposed to do with this menace in my tent?"

"Well for starters, this is the troublemaker's tent," she spun around in his arms and raised her brow with a smirk "And as for your question, I am partial to kisses."

"Kisses, huh?"

"Yup."

"No other solution to my problem, then?"

"The 'you're awful at cards problem' or the-" she cut hit off by nipping at his shoulder "Oww" he whined "That wasn't very nice, my dear." he pouted and she kissed his bottom lip.

"There you menace, did that suffice?" he grinned and rubbed his nose against her own.

"Not at all." He kissed her once, twice, and many more times into the night, swallowing her giggles.

No, he can't say he regretted buying the cards, at all.