COUSLAND: Shok ebasit hissra. Meraad astaarit, meraad itwasit, aban aqun. Maraas shokra. Anaan esaam Qun.
IRON BULL: The Arishok taught you Qunlat well, Hero.
COUSLAND: No, I read it by myself. He just taught me the pronunciation.
IRON BULL: He did?
COUSLAND: Yes… well, no. He got so annoyed every time I read it aloud to him in the wrong way that he ended up correcting everything that I said.
IRON BULL: So, you traveled with the Arishok before, huh?
COUSLAND: Yes. My husband did as well. Back then, we knew him as Sten.
IRON BULL: A Barasaad, yes. I've heard as much. Have you spoken to him recently?
COUSLAND: I traveled with him for a while to Seheron, but I returned to Denerim shortly after to take care of the Wardens of Amaranthine. Alistair went with him a few years ago, but I haven't spoken with him for a while. Why do you ask?
IRON BULL: I'm about to send a report back to the Arishok. Anything you want to say to him?
COUSLAND: *laughs* Just write down 'softie'. He'll get it.
IRON BULL: So, Hero, you told me that the Arishok called you 'kadan'.
COUSLAND: Yes, he did.
IRON BULL: You do know that it's a term of endearment, right? It means 'my heart'.
COUSLAND: Oh... I see.
IRON BULL: You didn't know?
COUSLAND: Actually, he said that it meant the center of the chest. Like the center of a person. That's… too bad, almost.
IRON BULL: What's too bad?
COUSLAND: That if I had probably played my cards right, I would have been the Arishok's queen.
IRON BULL: *laughs*
IRON BULL: So these are chocolate chip?
COUSLAND: Yes. Be careful, if you look at it the wrong way, it might look like raisins.
SERA: Ugh! I hate raisins!
IRON BULL: Huh… these tastes good! No wonder the Arishok likes them!
COUSLAND: Just wait until we get back to Skyhold. I got a chocolate brownie recipe that will knock your socks off.
IRON BULL: *groans*
COUSLAND: What's up, big guy?
IRON BULL: I think I ate too many Orlesian pastries…
COUSLAND: I told you not to eat too much. Some of the stuff they serve is edible but poisonous in massive amounts. I've attended far too many Orlesian parties with Alistair to be wary.
IRON BULL: But… the food looked so tasty.
COUSLAND: The Empress' favorite wine is literally poisoned, Bull. So the food is probably the same. Just hang on until we get to camp, I'll see if I can help you.
COUSLAND: The Iron Bull… you have my sympathies. I know that the Qun meant a lot to you.
IRON BULL: Thank you… I guess.
COUSLAND: But I firmly believe that you will not be like the others. As long as you have the Chargers and the Inquisition, you would do well. They will anchor you. But, if it means anything… I will gladly offer my services to kill you, should you turn savage like the other Tal-Vashoths. You have my word.
IRON BULL: *sigh* Thanks, Hero.
IRON BULL: Shit, how did you do that?!
COUSLAND: Do what, Bull?
IRON BULL: That thing when you flipped … and then you stabbed… and then I beheaded… it was AWESOME!
COUSLAND: *laughs* I have been told that I am ridiculously awesome, yes.
IRON BULL: You know, Hero, you're kind of light for a human.
COUSLAND: Well, I am a rouge, Bull.
IRON BULL: Maybe I should perch you on my horns sometime, have you shoot arrows while I charge the enemy…
COUSLAND: Like a walking tower?
IRON BULL: YEAH!
COUSLAND: *laughs* I'm up for it if you are.
COUSLAND: What's up with the look, Bull?
IRON BULL: You have really… pretty red hair, Hero.
COUSLAND: And married, as you might have noticed.
IRON BULL: Well, your husband's not here.
COUSLAND: *rolls eyes* Alright, fine, take off your pants.
IRON BULL: Er… what?
COUSLAND: Take of your pants. You want me to ride the Bull, right?
IRON BULL: Uhh… that is… I didn't mean… I was just…!
COUSLAND: *laughs* Yup, just as I thought.
COUSLAND: 99 bottles of beer on the wall~~~, 99 bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around…
IRON BULL: 98 bottles of beer on the wall!
COUSLAND: *chuckles* Grand.
IRON BULL: Alright. Serious question. Which do you hate the most: darkspawn, demons, Vints or Templars?
COUSLAND: You mean, to fight?
IRON BULL: Yeah.
COUSLAND: *silence* Broodmothers.
IRON BULL: That's… huh… didn't really think of that.
COUSLAND: Nobody wants to think of Broodmothers, Bull.
IRON BULL: *grunts*
COUSLAND: What's up, Bull?
IRON BULL: There are way too many demons in Thedas than I would've liked.
COUSLAND: I know. I prefer darkspawn than demons any day.
IRON BULL: Urgh… Motherf…
COUSLAND: Still hurting, Bull?
IRON BULL: You're damned fast for a human. Must've got in… what? Ten slashes on me before my sword came down?
COUSLAND: Fifteen, if you count the markings on your back.
IRON BULL: Shit.
COUSLAND: Let me know if you need a sparring partner again.
IRON BULL: Thanks, but no thanks. I know when I'm outmatched.
COUSLAND: *chuckles*
IRON BULL: So, what is up for you, Hero, when all of this is said and done?
COUSLAND: I'll be heading back to Denerim, of course. Alistair misses me already, and I him.
IRON BULL: That's too bad… you've got a good aim. I would've liked to have you in the Chargers.
COUSLAND: *laughs* Don't worry, Bull. If you ever need another archer in a job, just send the word. I'll take weird jobs from you than Orlesian parties any day.