Isabela rummaged through Poppy's pack, pulling out item after item of junk.
"Poppy, sweet, what are you going to do with this?" she asked, holding up a small piece of something she was fairly sure was spider chitin.
True to her fair skin and dark auburn hair, Poppy blushed like, well, a champion. She shrugged and snatched the chitin back from Isabela. "I thought I'd show it to Solivitus."
"And this?" Isabela asked, pulling out a moldy rag doll. "Is this yours?"
"No," Poppy said hotly, grabbing the doll out of Isabela's hand. "But I were a child, I would want someone to bring me back my doll if they found it."
Isabela rolled her eyes and didn't even comment on the four pairs of torn trousers she dragged out of Poppy's pack.
She found the book of suggestive caricature and tucked that in her belt for later perusal.
Poppy cast her eyes down and shuffled her feet when Isabela pulled out the last two items.
"And what, pray tell," Isabela drawled, "use were you going to find for these?"
Poppy grabbed the stuffed parrot and peg leg away from Isabela and hid them under her coat. "It was something Merrill said about pirates. I was hoping I would find an eye patch…."
"And then?" Isabela asked, eyebrow arching.
Poppy cut a glance over to Fenris where he sat talking with Varric and blushed still brighter. "And then I was going to suggest playing a little game. At home. In the bedroom."
Isabela was sure she would stop laughing sometime around Summerday.