Another short based on a dream.

Tough

"This is ahm. Ah. Hmm." Fenris tried to search for an appropriate adjective to describe his meal. The very over cooked slab of ram lay atop of a pile of undercooked yet overseasoned potatoes. Hawke sat in front of him on the ground near their camp fire with an expectant face.

"Oh this should be good". Varric chuckled from across the fire, prodding his own plate.

Isabella chuckled next to him pulling her flask from her thigh. " Go on. Let her have it. "

Fenris frowned and Hawke sighed. "It's terrible, isn't it?" She asked.

"Inedible is more accurate" Varric corrected, feeding his food to the fire. "But don't worry, you tried your best and that's what counts."

Hawke sighed and looked at her plate. She plucked a potato into her mouth and spit it out before even chewing. She coughed for a good minute with a fist balled in front of her mouth. Isabella laughed and tossed her flask high above the flame for the choking rouge. She then scraped her own plate into the fire. Hawke took a big gulp but then whipped the container away from her and held it at arms length. Her eyes were shut tight and she screamed behind closed lips. Whatever was in the flask was clearly too strong for her tastes. Her three companions shared a laugh.

"Not our normal pick of wine I presume. " Fenris commented. Hawke sighed and inhaled deeply wiping her face.

"What's bad is that it was still better than the potato." Hawke dumped her plate with the others. She reached her hand towards Fenris's plate.

Fenris picked up his ram and took a bite of it, big enough to fill his mouth.

"Ah no wait. You don't have to." Hawke put her hands up in a placating gesture but the lamb was finished and he moved to the potatoes. His expression was blank and didn't waver once as he worked through the tough meal.

Fenris finished his plate and handed it to Hawke as the others just watched in awe.

"Well I'll be damned." Varric laughed.

"Cute. But how are you even breathing?" Isabella questioned in disbelief.

Fenris sighed with his eyes closed, seemingly letting his stomach settle. "I've had worse."

Hawke looked at him with a small smile. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my cooking. "