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A short drabble. Enjoy!
"You know, I'm not entirely sure whom I'm more disappointed with," Isabela said, a rare melancholy expression decorating her face.
Hawke had her mouth full of mediocre tavern food. She blinked and swallowed, "What?"
Isabela just sighed, looking longingly up the stairs in the Hanged Man.
Fenris was sitting next to her, looking bored and nursing a small clean glass partially filled with a vintage Orlesian wine that he brought with him from his former-master's Hightown estate. He rolled his eyes. "She has an unrequited crush on Varric's crossbow."
Hawke looked confused, stuffing another abnormally large bite into her mouth as she pondered how her pirate friend could have a crush on an inanimate object. She voiced her question aloud.
Isabela just sighed longingly.
Fenris grumbled, "It's a forbidden fruit thing."
Huh … weird. I wonder if she's had too much sour ale?
Merrill piped up from the seat next to Hawke, obviously having hit a pause in her involved conversation with a now very thoughtful looking Aveline, "Why wouldn't someone be allowed to have it? Is it a special piece of fruit?"
Isabela purred, "Oh, it is very special indeed, Kitten." Merrill just blinked in response and turned back to talk to Aveline who had leaned down and started whispering to her again. Hawke wondered if they were talking about Donnic, the guard Aveline has been unusually bashful around lately.
Hawke looked off into the distance, her head leaning on her hand, before glancing quickly to Merrill's small form beside her. The elf was sneaking some of the salted cut potatoes off her plate. Hawke smiled slightly. I wonder if Merrill's fruit is forbidden? A dazed look crossed her face as she mentally explored the possibilities that thought presented.
After a minute, "Wait, so why are you disappointed?" Hawke's brow crinkled as she turned back to the distraught rogue.
"Bianca is spurning my advances."
Oh.
"And I assume Varric isn't supporting your cause?" Hawke assumed, trying to follow Isabela's train of logic.
Isabela nodded forlornly in response.
Hawke started questioning the mental stability of her pirate companion.