Camping is camping, and more at home on the rolling deck of a ship or wherever they'll be based, she doesn't know how to do an awful lot of the camping things. Like the tents. Or what makes for good firewood. But cooking? Cooking she can do just fine as she hands the spoon over, stirring it carefully with another so it doesn't burn in the small pot.

"As an Antivan," honourary but better to get used to calling herself that now to save hassle in Tevinter, "I will mourn for your tastebuds. This doesn't have a name though, it's a bit of this, a bit of that. I think we can safely call it stew? But the dried meat should be soft and not taste of boiled leather by now."

Lux is a chancer and a thief, but even he knows better than to try his luck when Araceli is cooking for more than just them as she waits for Inessa's verdict, content to ignore the dog for now.