"Asher is far more tame than that bear masquerading as a human ever was, but point taken. I'll try to keep up the exposure, though, see if we'll ever get him to this point. It's not like a lot of people have one, so you can't expect me not to try and show him off." If they could be seen riding him together? Well, never let it be said that Korrin doesn't care about making a big impression.

"I could always carry you as I did then, only without the swamp smell and dead things everywhere." Korrin honestly wouldn't mind if that's what Araceli wants, even if she doesn't get as much hip-swinging action in return this time. There will always be later for that; for now, she's perfectly content to savor what is. Araceli's cane does nothing to detract from her charm and spirit and in Korrin's view, never could.

Inhaling the scents of spice and northern dishes, she lets out a content sigh. That alone is enough to revive her appetite full force. At least someone here aside from them knows good cuisine, and that will be welcome in a sea of bland Fereldan dishes and weird Orlesian ones. "...but I suppose that can wait until we're both as full as we can stand, if you insist. Order as much as you like and I'll carry it over, kadan."