"It is a wonder that some folk here have their teeth past thirty." Give Araceli an inch and she will take a mile with her complaints about the state of the food in most of Thedas so far; study countries, you study their dishes too and so many places being small and provincial and landlocked? How they get anything good is beyond her.

Watching the hound carefully since she doesn't have a great deal of experience around these overly large slobbering things, she shakes her head even as she smiles. "Good, I don't imagine drinking the nearest river dry will do much to help us travel relatively quietly. I can spice my own portion to my liking." Who brings ghost peppers on a rescue mission? The person that's going to win at life, that's who. "Your friend needs to learn table manners, even in the countryside that is no excuse."