Pancakes / (Sebastian, Hawke, Izzy)

"Wow, it smells delicious in here. What are you making?"

Hawke flips the skillet upward. "Pancakes."

Sebastian grins. "That might be worth the penance for getting drunk at your house last night." He comes up behind her and hugs her. "Thanks for letting me sleep in the spare room."

The hug goes on just a bit too long, and Hawke steps away before she does something untoward. "Welcome," she mumbles. "Can you get the syrup?" She sets the pan back on the heat, turns, and walks right into him.

"Hawke ... I mean, Marian, I ... "

He's clearly losing the battle with his self-control, and Marian isn't going to do a thing to stop it. He leans in, she closes her eyes and -

"Hawke! Did you make pancakes? I could smell them out- ohhhh. Am I interrupting something?" Isabela sounds positively gleeful.

Sebastian flushes a deep red and all but runs for the pantry to get the syrup. Marian sighs and turns back to the stove, dumping the burned pancake into the trash. "So close. So, so close."

A Visit From Death / (Hawke, DEATH)

Hawke found herself watching the scene, which was an entirely new experience.

"What on - what's going on?"

I'M AFRAID YOU HAVE EXPIRED.

"What? But Anders said he wouldn't let that happen again!"

'AGAIN'?

Hawke sighed. "He's really not on his game lately." She paused. "But seriously, I'm dead?"

YOU'VE PASSED ON. YOU ARE NO MORE. YOU HAVE CEASED TO BE. YOU'VE EXPIRED, AND WILL EVENTUALLY GO TO MEET YOUR MAKER. YOU'RE A STIFF. BEREFT OF LIFE, YOU REST IN PEACE. KIND OF. IF YOU WEREN'T IN A CAVERN YOU'D BE PUSHING UP THE DAISIES. YOUR METABOLIC PROCESSES ARE NOW HISTORY. YOU'RE OFF THE TWIG. YOU'VE KICKED THE BUCKET, SHUFFLED OFF YOUR MORTAL COIL, RUN DOWN THE CURTAIN, AND JOINED THE CHOIR INVISIBLE. YOU ARE AN EX-HAWKE.

"... A simple 'yes' would have sufficed." She folded her arms and pouted.

ARE YOU READY?

She shook her head. "Nope, he'll rez me in a minute. Nice chatting with you," she said as Anders began to cast the complicated spell.

Aveline Arrests Hawke / (Aveline, Hawke, Izzy, Anders)

Marian almost had the chest open when she was suddenly yanked away from behind.

"Hey!" she bellowed as she flailed around.

"Hawke, I'm not going to sit by and watch you rob this merchant. You are under arrest. You will accompany me back to the guard house, where you will wait until you're processed. Your friends are welcome to attempt to make bail, but given that you are a repeat offender, it is unlikely they have the funds to do so."

"Aveline," Marian muttered as she was marched away, "I'm never taking you anywhere ever again."

Isabela leaned toward Anders. "So, how are you going to break it to Hawke that this was all a prank? Because you know she's going to kill you."

"By letter. From another continent, preferably."

The Hat / (Hawke, Anders)

"Ta-daaaaaa! I told you this hat was amazing."

Marian takes in the floppy brim, the obscenely huge bright blue feather (what kind of hellish bird did THAT come from?), the multi-colored paisley pattern, the rhinestones, the beading, and the fact that someone has tried to embroider "wizard" on it and failed, instead writing "wizzard". She knows she shouldn't say anything because it's going to hurt his feelings, but she really can't help herself.

"Anders. Dude. That is a terrible hat."

You Kiss Your Mother With That Mouth? / (Hawke, Fenris, Izzy)

They were picking their way along a path cutting through the wilds on the Wounded Coast when Marian tripped over a rock. She stumbled forward, daggers flying out of her hands, and landed face first in a pile of sand.

Fenris extended a hand to help her up. "Are you okay?"

Marian slapped his hand away and cursed a blue streak as she stood up, angrily swiping sand off of her armor.

Isabela raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you even got some Qunari in there. You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"No, just yours," Marian retorted, leaving Isabela speechless as Varric & Fenris burst into laughter.

I Was Drowning & You Were Dry Land / (Hawke, Anders)

She stares at him. "You're back."

He stands there with blond hair askew, coat torn, soot on his face. "I ... want to help."

"You think you can fix this?" She waves her hand at the damage surrounding them.

"No. But I can help."

She looks away. "Why? Why now, after you caused this?"

"You."

"What?"

"I was in darkness, and you showed me a light. I was in torment, and you gave me solace. I was wandering, and you found me. I was drowning, and you were dry land. I deserved nothing, and you gave me everything."

She turns her back to him, but not before he sees the tears in her eyes and the small smile on her lips. "Fine. But if you break my heart again, I'm booting you into the harbor ... no matter how eloquent you are."