"Do you have any celery?" Anders asked as he pillaged Hawke's larder. "No? I suppose the climate's wrong.
"Tomatoes!" he said triumphantly, standing up with two tomatoes in his hands.
"Anders," Hawke groaned, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Why are you awake?"
"Nightmares," Anders said absently while he poked around in cupboards. "Happens all the time, don't worry about it. It's perfectly normal. I wonder if it's too early to go down to the docks and get some fish."
"It's too early for everything except sleep," Hawke complained.
"You don't get to complain when you drag your friends all over the Free Marches at all hours of the day and night," Anders said before straightening from digging in the ice box with a sound of triumph. "Hah! I don't have to go to the docks after all. Orana must have gotten fish at the market."
He dug out a pan and dropped the fish into it.
"I'm going to bread and fry this, you can have a late night snack with me, and then we'll go back to bed."
Hawke ran his fingers through his hair and watched Anders bustle around the kitchen as though he had lived with him for years. "You're going to have a fish fry up and that's a snack?"
Anders turned away from crushing some dry bread, his eyes unfocused as he considered something for a moment before nodding. "You're right. Do you know how to make custard?"