They sat around the table staring at the last puff pastry. As with most Grey Warden meals, the table had started groaning with food and was now stripped bare.
Sigrun flicked her eyes from Nathaniel to Oghren, from Oghren to Anders, and from Anders to Velanna. They were all coveting that last pastry.
Anders raised a hand and Sigrun slammed a dagger into the tabletop. "Who's hungrier? Any bets? Because I'm thinking I'm the hungriest duster here."
She slowly pushed herself off her stool and leaned forward. "And if anyone else thinks otherwise, well…" She tugged the knife out of the wood. "Make a move."