The inner circle had figured out Maeve was a lightweight. As a result there would be one obligatory "get the inquisitor drunk" night, while she was back at Skyhold. Not because she was a funny drunk, but because she had no filter over her mouth. She made socially unacceptable comments about anything, and asked questions she would never ask if she were in the right state of mind. But with a little whiskey, she would innocently ask anything that plagued her inner curiosity.

Tonight only a few of the inner circle could make it, and Maeve was on her second whiskey. Already she was drowsy and relaxed, the perfect time for people to start plying her with questions. Varric began.

"So, Dreamer, got anything to say or ask?"

Maeve hummed thoughtfully while she rested her head against the table. She suddenly sucked in a breath and heaved herself up. With an exceedingly serious expression, she looked straight at Varric and asked. "What are man sausages?"

Varric paused and blinked at her for a moment before settling back in his chair. "Well, I'm not touching this one. What about you Curly? You seem the best choice for this matter." He grinned as Cullen choked on his ale, blushing furiously as Maeve turned to him.

"W-why are y-you asking this?" He spluttered at her.

"Well because why do only the men get sausages? I like sausages, why can't I have one too? I think the Maker was very unfair to give men sausages and not give them to women too."

"Shite Inky, you really don't know what sausage is?" Sera shrieked over her mug.

"Of course I know what sausage is!" Maeve huffed indignantly. "It's a delectable meat mash, encased in some sort of animal intestinal lining." She gave a dreamy smile. "And it's heaven when wrapped in bread."

"Oh really?" Leered Dorian. "How does one consume such a treat?"

Maeve hummed happily with eyes closed. "You pull the sausage out from between the bread, and lick it clean." She giggled, golden eyes shining with delight. "I um, I like to suck the ends a little, get a bit of the flavour on my tongue." With pink cheeks she continued. "When the sausage is clean you set it down and start on the bread. Oh and the really good rolls are soft and sweet. And because the sausage was nestled deep inside, the bread has its flavour. After you've finished the bread, you finally get to eat the sausage. Followed by a tall, ice-cold glass of milk."

Maeve gave a happy sigh, and looked around at her friends.

"Damn Dreamer, I didn't think you had it in you." Varric chortled with undisguised glee.

"Yeah, yeah... shite Inky, pretty naughty for a virgin." Sera sneered.

Maeve blinked in confusion. "What does sausage rolls have to do with my virginity?"

"I think our dear Commander would be more than delighted to explain it all to you, when you're sober." Dorian grinned at a dazed Cullen.

Maeve hummed. "Tomorrow, he can tell me tomorrow." She yawned, the alcohol in her system clearly about to knock her out.

Dorian rose as Cullen did, a delicious idea forming in his head. "No, no, Commander, I shall see the Inquisitor back to her quarters." When Cullen opened his mouth to object, he quickly interjected. "Never fear, I shall allow no one to take advantage of her in this state. I of course make no promises for when she is sober." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, as Cullen flushed.

Cullen muttered something inaudible and sat down again, quickly draining the contents of his flagon. Dorian led a very tipsy and drowsy Maeve back to her quarters, where he helped her into a nightgown and then into bed.

"Dorian?" Maeve asked, fighting sleep.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"I want sausage rolls." She pouted.

Dorian chuckled at that. "I shall see to it that there are some for breakfast." He promised.

"Thank you." Maeve whispered as she trailed off into sleep.