Prompt: FOOD
"Well," Hawke laughed nervously, "now that you're going to be living here, I should give you the grand tour."
Hand in hand, she led Anders through the Amell estate, pointing out the pictures of two rather stuffy-looking Amells that her mother had identified as her grandparents, making them Hawke's great-grandparents. They moved to the lower part of the estate, where Anders had a good laugh at Hawke's expense as he uncovered another of Isabela's educational additions to the library. But he seemed fidgety for some reason, rubbing absently at his belly and glancing here and there. Figuring he was bored with the tour, she tried to speed things up.
Finally, they reached the kitchen. Hawke paused in the doorway.
"And this is the kitchen, but it's really boring and Orana is surprisingly possessive about her utensils-"
"FOOD!"
Anders pushed past her to a bowl of fruit kept on the counter, beside a basket of bread and cheese. Hawke could only watch open-mouthed as her new lover decimated a fistful of grapes, two slices of bread, and was beginning on a wheel of cheese before he seemed to come to himself and looked up at her rather embarrassed.
"I, er, was hungry?"
"I can see that," she said faintly.
Anders brushed the crumbs from his chin and chuckled. "It's a Grey Warden thing, my dear. You'll have to get used to it." He kissed the tip of her nose.