"I will go nude." Lavellan hissed, violet eyes narrowed threatening.
"You cannot!" Josie said in shock, head in her hands. "You are impossible, Inquisitor!"
Lavellan made a sound akin to a hiss. "Then no dress." She snapped, silver hair falling across her face, free of the braid she typically confined it in.
Leliana was stoic as normal but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. Cullen was decidedly looking everywhere except at Lavellan, doing a terrible job of hiding his smirk.
"Fine!" Josephine threw her hands up, rolling her brown eyes. "No dress! No heels! But you will wear the replacement, and you will wear shoes!" Her voice grew so sharp Cullen flinched, gold eyes wide in surprise at the tone the Ambassador took.
Lavellan smiled smugly, and shrugged. "I can deal with that."
"As long as you aren't nude, for Maker's sake! Really, Inquisitor, it is not befitting-"
Lavellan cut her off. "I am aware. I'm not a noble, though, Josie. I'm Dalish." She motioned to the pale blue Vallaslin on her face, representive of June, as if her Advisors may have forgotten.
"You are also the Inquisitor, so it is up to you to learn!" Josephine argued, tan face flushed darker.
"I wear clothes! I'm learning the chant!"
"The Dalish don't even walk around nude, you just don't like clothes!"
"I'm doing what I fucking can!" Lavellan's voice rose, and Cullen stepped forward between the women. Before they ate each other alive. He was fairly certain these women were more frightening than any Apostate, any darkspawn. Maybe Corypheus himself. Josie was proper and stubborn, and Lavellan was far from proper and potentially more stubborn.
"Maker's breath, ladies, calm down." Cullen said. "We are going to the ball, we will all survive. You-" He turned his burning gaze to Lavellan. "Play the Game as Lady Montilyet says, Inquisitor. I don't want to either. It is just a night."
Lavellan cast her eyes to the ground, chewing her lip as she pondered it before heaving a sigh. "Fine." She growled, running a hand through already tousled hair. It gave her a wild look about her, and Cullen couldn't help but admire such a thing... for some reason.
"I better get drinks after this, though," She added, before turning on her heel and stalking off. Josephine looked at the Inquisitor's bare feet with disdain.
Leliana laughed. "Josephine, you need to breathe." She said softly, hand on her friend's arm.
"She will be the death of me." Josephine grumbled.