"Okay, babe, I've got an idea," Fenris glanced up from his phone, eyebrow arched.
"Should I be worried?"
"Rude," Hawke scoffed, putting the car in park. "We should act like we've been really successful, you know, to prove Meredith wrong."
"If she is even still the principal," Fenris smirked at his husband's huff, getting out of the car. "I don't want to bother; the others would blow your act anyway."
"You don't know that, they could help us out!"
"Merrill cannot lie and Anders can't act."
"Babe-"
"I'm not doing it." Hawke stopped, nodding slowly before gesturing for Fenris to come closer, looking over his shoulder as his husband complied. Clearing his throat, he pulled out his wallet and passed Fenris a twenty.
"There's more where that came from if you do this for me." Fenris stared at the bill incredulously before lifting his eyes to meet Hawke's.
"Hawke, you cannot be serious."
"Not enough, huh? All right…"
"Hawke."
"Here's another."
"Hawke-"
"Let's head in then," Hawke grinned, leading the way inside.
"We share a bank account!"