Update 2/2 for today. Continued from "Flirting" and "Never?"
Fereldan Stew
Alistair
Beautiful? Where in Andraste's name did that come from?
It just... slipped out, like his confession of his cheese addiction. Well, cheese addiction she can maybe handle, but... that? He's probably scared her off like a frightened rabbit.
Why say it, anyway? Leliana is certainly gorgeous, as is the witch bitch, in her own just-crawled-out-of-a-swamp sort of way, but why say it to Morgana? Morgana, his friend. His fellow Grey Warden. Actually, his fellow Warden with quite a nice a-
No, not thinking about that. Not now, not ever. He's just asking for a lightning bolt from above if he does so. Or from a wrathful splintmailed mage.
He groans, running a hand down his face, and stands to prepare the traditional Fereldan stew of... grey things.
He hears a laugh from the edge of camp, turning to see Morgana grinning at something Leliana's said, and hastily returns to the stew.
Stew. Now. Uniform grey, just like in the Chantry. He sighs, making a vague attempt to start chopping the vegetables.