[ Beleth's eyes light up when she's presented with the torte, taking it with absolute delight. The cannoli are pushed in Araceli's direction to peruse at her discretion, but the torte was hers. Beleth is happy to count Araceli as an ally, but there are lines drawn when it comes to delicious little cakes. She gives Burly a thankful nod, and lets Araceli take a turn speaking while she ungracefully stuffs her face.

If they won't move to Skyhold, she's going to have to stay in Antiva with them. If she marries Burly then she'll have a kadan, Raas, just saying. ]

They don't care about all those things that Araceli listed off. The spice things. But maybe they would care if they had three incredible, talented chefs telling them to care. And possibly also feeding the poor Dalish elves that are not given nearly enough food for the amount of effort they have to exert saving the world.

[ She gives them her best puppy dog eyes. Look at her, she's sad and starving and doesn't know what spices are please come to Skyhold and feed her before she withers away into nothing. Particularly feed her torte. ]