There's a wistful look at mention of mages and freedom, as even Korrin wonders if that the Inquisition has built will truly last. Not that it won't stop her from living her life regardless of what the new Divine might want, but she can hope for more for her fellow mages. But she'll try not to dampen the mood with such serious talk, not tonight. Her gaze lingers on the firebreathers, admiring before she glances back down to her love.

"Don't worry, I have no plans to get that hammered. I'll settle for 'mellow, but still capable of spiriting my kadan away later'. Besides, most human brews never really get to me, you know that." It takes her drinking them in disturbingly large quantities to provoke that kind of response, so it never really happens unless she wants that.

"Well, then. Time to get you some real food, whatever you like. Some people managed to 'liberate' some treats from Skyhold, but we also have plenty of homemade things, some even with actual spices. I'm pretty sure that's Burly's fault. Want me to get you something, or would you choose for yourself?" Not that Korrin minds being ordered about, at least by Araceli.