Anders takes a seat happily, watching, smiling at the last comment.

"You're qunari. You dwarf everyone. I can't imagine you having to run." He has to run often, but he's almost two feet shorter than Metaari. And a mage. As he talks, he's leaning forward to catch what scents he can in the blend.

"Could you use a hand with chopping? I'm fairly talented when it comes to cutting things up."