Fiona had been the first to enter the kitchen, she could have delayed a while longer, but what good would that do. She could pace down here just as easily as she could pace in the kitchen...it also gave her more than enough time to give Zevran pointed looks as he cooked, far too content for her liking. She idly wondered if this was entirely altruistic and for the sake of friendship, or for his own amusement.

Whatever the case she let Alistair take his seat first only following suit after the meal had been served. She figured it would be appropriate to wait that long before they had this conversation, sliding into her seat. The food she forewent, but the wine she threw back easily enough, deciding this had been drawn out long enough, "what do you know about your mother, Alistair?"