Lux pops his head up, yawns hugely, smugly, then tucks his nose under his tail to go back to sleep. Araceli will share her dinner with him later; he's a pest in Skyhold when he gets away with it but when she won't settle? No. He'll behave. "I don't know if spice will agree with a dog, I've never fed anyone's mabari so I will stay upwind if you decide to share your dinner with him." Since there are peppers, and it's a small camp.

With another sigh and shake of her head, she kicks at the flames to bank them lower - a slow steady heat will be enough to simmer off the excess juices so it's not too wet until everyone is ready to eat. "Cooking requires discipline, I'm surprised they didn't have you all lined up in the kitchens to help out though it'd be one thing you'd know how to do if you were the type to escape." Knowing how to cook would be such a boon to someone attempting to fend for themselves, because trying to do anything when you can't think for the gnawing hunger in your belly becomes a mounting nightmare. With a tut, she makes a face. "Field rations. You wound me."