Fenris stopped, hovering awkwardly above his seat as he stared. Normally he would not be surprised over the fact that his bowl was no longer in front of his chair except that it was the mage - his mage - that was currently enjoying its contents.
The muffled snickers and giggles from the rest of the table were certainly not helping.
"Mage," Well at least he has the decency to look sheepish… "I was going to eat that," Anders blinked up at him, opening his mouth to retort before eating another spoonful instead, offering a small shrug.
"… I'm hungry."
"I fed you before we came here."
"I was still hungry!"
"Varric fed you when you got here as well!"
"It's a Warden thing, love!"
"'A Warden thing'."
"We eat a lot more than people think. Something about the Taint gives us immense appetites," Anders sat the bowl down with another shrug, offering a vague gesture to show that he didn't really understand it. Fenris finally sat, crossing his arms and arching an eyebrow at the mage.
"Similar to your 'Warden stamina'?"
"You like my stamina."
"Your stamina does not eat my food."