Varric's casual smile bloomed into a full grin as she leaned forward and encouraged him to snag a pastry. He could have defended himself, denied the claim, but his fondness for baked goods was hardly a secret. He ducked out of their conversation, briefly, and after a few moments spent examining the trays on the table, returned with what appeared to be an Orlesian creme tart.

Forced to choose between gesturing with his drink hand or his pastry hand, Varric went with the latter, and gestured to all of Ariadne.

"Good eye. It's good to see that the real priorities are universal, right?" He gestured back at the table and made a slightly pained face. "Avoid the ones with the purple frosting--they're mushroom and anise. Truly, truly terrible."