She sets her fingertips behind the charm to hold it up a little more in the light. While she already knew Sam and Jim were roommates, she now realizes she should have guessed at them being something more. Well, here she is; not the only one with a soft spot for a rifter. A slow smile spreads across her face, but she only gives him a knowing look before returning her focus to the necklace.
Well they weren't romantically involved, because that was an impossible idea, right Christine? Course if she did ask just that he would tell her that they weren't, because they weren't saying it was like that. A rift could just open up one day-
Still Sam smiles slightly back in return with an equally knowing smile. He gets it.
"He says they're numbers used to hail the ship he commands."
"Apparently they have a system like we have with the crystals, but it signals ships." He gives a small one shoulder shrug - that's how he's understood it anyways. "He's very proud of his ship so they have a lot of significance, but it's mostly in case I find a way to contact him."
Sam huffs lightly in amusement at the change in subject and how Christine is so suddenly interested in his personal life. "I got him a bracelet with blue inlays a while back during our trip to Orlais. I should think of something a bit more personable though."
"Blue to match the color of his eyes?" she asks lightly, in that way that's teasing but in a playful way. She thinks all this is rather sweet. And it's making her think she should get Church something too. After all, he did bring her flowers on her birthday.
"I could help you think of something, if you would like."
"Well, his ship sails the stars, yes? Perhaps something with a celestial motif?" Though she isn't exactly sure what he needs. Living with Sam means he probably has all the essentials. It would need to be something that he doesn't necessarily need, but something extra.
"Hm. I've thought of something like that. Perhaps one of our constellations, but I don't necessarily want to keep giving him jewelry." And he certainly couldn't give Jim a weapon.
"Does he like to write? Perhaps a journal with a black leather cover and the constellation stamped into it and painted silver?" At least it sounds pretty to her. She isn't exactly sure what Jim's taste is like, but there's no doubt that he's the type to appreciate any gift Sam gives him.
"That might be something." Course Kirk had just finished an entire journal of stuff just for him so he might be a bit worn out on that particular thing. "Something leather with the black, silver, and constellations does sound promising. Maybe a satchel?" He has one other idea, but that he'll keep to himself.
"Maybe I'll get him some jams on the side. He seemed to really like them from the last party we went to."
"Ah, a sweet tooth? Perhaps I can help you make him something. I was already thinking that is what I would do for Church. I have never seen a man put away food like he does." Of course, now that she knows the truth about him, it does make a strange kind of sense. Since having a human body is a relatively recent thing, eating food is new to him.
"Let us each take them a slice of this pie. What should the filling be?"
"You could say that," he chuckles. There were only certain times that James was indulgent in sweets after all. But the idea of making him something to eat wasn't a bad idea, which was evident by the thoughtful look on Sam's face - that perhaps was the only thing he really hadn't done for Kirk yet.
At the mention of Church's eating habit, Sam gives a snort. "You're telling me. When I first met him I was sure he was going to eat the entire buffet at the party." That had been during First Day hadn't it? "You might have to bring him more then a slice," he says half jokingly. "How about a mixed berry filling this time?"
"I say a slice for each of us and he will have to take the one and be content," she answers primly, before nodding her head and going to where the berries had been preserved and stored for winter to fetch several containers of different varieties.
"I like that idea. Let us make them a little more sweet than tart, yes? That is how I like them."
"Sounds fair to me. He couldn't really complain on getting a free slice of pie after all, right?" If he wanted more Sam was sure Christine would just make another one when she felt like it.
"However you want it. I've only had one mixed berry pie before so didn't realize you could make it more sweet." This time Sam does take his glass and take a small sip of it, watching to see what berries Christine picked out.
"You just add more sugar," she murmurs as she sorts through the berries to find what she wants. "And it helps to use naturally sweeter berries too, of course. Here; blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries." Christine carefully fills the pie so the berries don't go spilling out and rolling all over the table. Then the meticulously measures out sugar and adds it before stirring all the berries together.
"Perfect," she says, the pride clear in her voice. "Our gentlemen friends will appreciate this, no?"
"I'm sure they will," he says in agreement before reaching over and stealing one of the berries, then popping it in his mouth. Not strawberries but they were still good.
Sam hums lightly for a moment as he watches Christine mix the berries, a small smile coming to his face. "This brings back memories of us first meeting. You've come a long way with cooking since then."
Christine doesn't move fast enough to playfully slap his hand away, but she gives him an exasperated look that's nearly ruined by a barely concealed grin. Sam can, of course, swipe a berry from the pie, but she wouldn't be her if she didn't pretend to be annoyed by it.
"Oh? Yes, I suppose I did say then that I wished to learn." She smiles down at her work and nods before setting the spoon aside and cutting strips of dough to spread across the top in a lattice pattern. "It has been over a year since we met, and look at all we have learned! We are Spirit Healers and you a Shapeshifter and I a Knight-Enchanter too. I have been studying red lyrium ever since I saw it in the Fallow Mire, and have learned to cook. And now I know how to ride a horse." She carefully weaves the dough strips back and forth over the top of the pie as she continues. "You have met my mother and done so much for me. By the way, are you going to visit your aunt? Family is important, you know, and I cannot see my mother now that she is with my uncle. Now I value family all the more."
If only she could bring her mother to Skyhold, but she doesn't think she'd bear the journey well. And Christine isn't welcome in her uncle's house, so now all they have are letters.
And he wouldn't have been him if he hadn't tried to swipe something sweet.
"A year," he repeats in an affectionate sort of way, leaning on the counter as Christine worked on the strips of dough - he hand't even lifted a finger and she was already almost done with making it. It was both easy and hard to believe that it had been that long before.
Honestly it probably was better that Lady Delacroix was not staying in Skyhold. He would bet that she would be bothering Christine often about the company that she kept, and 'oh, did you see that Orlesian noble that came to visit Skyhold?'. Still, being able to see family would be wonderful.
"Hm." The question about his aunt has Sam taking another drink from his glass, then rubbing the back of his neck when he put it back down. "I want to, someday, just not right now. Ostwick is decently far and I wouldn't want to go alone necessarily... I'm just thinking when I could make the trip. And my aunt's husband - my uncle I guess - hasn't said 'yes' yet. It sounds like he's a bit wary considering what happened at the Ostwick Circle not too long ago. Some mages killed a few people before getting out... So we're just keeping in touch through letters at the moment."
Christine is listening, though her eyes and hands are focused on the pie, and her lips thin as she hears of his Circle. Very few mages left the Circle without some violence happening on both sides, and she can understand the apprehension, though it still irks her. The fact that one mage can destroy a whole village by becoming an abomination is something that will always hang over the heads of all mages.
"I would go with you, were you granted an invitation. Though perhaps you would have to write and ask if two mages would be permitted to visit." There's a touch of bitterness to her voice. Perhaps she should stuff a berry in her mouth to sweeten it. But she doesn't, and instead finishes crimping the edge before standing back and pointing at Sam.
"You should put it in the oven." Because here she went ahead and took control of everything, as usual. This way she at least is relinquishing some control.
"I know you would, Christine." A pause as a smirk pulls at his lips. "Course I'd probably have to add a plus one to your name." He would bet that more then likely Church would want to tag along. Well Church wouldn't be the only one that would want to... He mentioned he didn't want to go alone, but at the same time he felt that so many people would want to come along on the trip - his aunt expected to see him, not necessarily a small army.
When the finger is pointed at him, Sam blinks, staring down at the digit, curious to what he had done now. Hearing the order suggestion to put the pie in the oven he chuckles, nodding in amusement. "Alright, alright. I suppose I could do that and not just stand around pretty."
"Oh," she says, quickly waving a hand in the air. "That will not be necessary! He and I have done plenty for the Inquisition in separate locations. Rest assured, I will not weep into my pillow if I am without his company." Really, Sam. Christine is no sap. Besides, she wouldn't want him to feel obligated to go. Coming with her to find out about her father and then tell her mother was a different matter entirely, but she's been on several missions since without him.
"Standing there pretty? Well, you think very highly of yourself," she teases, moving out of the way to resume sipping her drink.
"Oh it's not you I'm worried about; I'm concerned that he'll be the one crying into his pillow," he says cheekily. After all it was him pretty much asking Christine to come and meet his family - particularly his aunt who was pretty much his mother figure.
"Honestly I'm told I should think more highly of myself. I'm just repeating what others have said about me." It only takes a few moments for him to relocate the pie into the oven before returning to his own glass, brows raised curiously. "What, do you not think me pretty, Christine?"
Christine makes a scoffing sound because she can't imagine Church doing anything of the sort. But she knows Sam is just teasing her the way she always does with him, so she'll let it go. She figures she's spoken enough about her and Church's situation. They're the Thedas equivalent of friends with benefits; nothing more. Except so much more, but good luck getting her to admit to it or even realize it at this stage.
"Oh, need me to stroke your ego, do you?" she asks, before taking a sip and eyeing him over the rim of her glass. Then she sets it down and regards him carefully.
"I think you are very attractive, Sam. Had I not been so set on teasing you when first we met, I probably would have flirted. But I like this more." She gestures between them. "The... relationship we have. We are not bound by blood, but we are as good as family, are we not?"
Sam snorts. "Hardly. I just think highly of your opinion," he says with a smile, going for his own drink, though stops short of taking a sip from it when sees her actually giving him a once over. Should he turn around for you, Christine?
The bit of information at the beginning does have him raising his brows. Not the part with her saying he was attractive, but the part about the flirting. "Really? And what about me just screamed 'tease'?" He laughs, already with a thought in mind as to why. "But I agree. We're good like this." On a more serious note though- "And if you ever need anything... just need to talk, I'm here." Of course she knew that, but he knows it was still nice to hear.
That won't be necessary, Sam. She's already checked out the goods. Back in the day before you came to mean something to her.
"Oh," she laughs, cocking her head a little. "You know. The unfortunate circumstances of you being born in Ferelden. It was simply too good to pass up." Her smile turns more fond and she nods, feeling a bit overcome. But she isn't going to do anything silly like cry right now. Instead she says, "Thank you. The same goes for you." Her throat is tight as she says it, but she'll get command of herself in a moment.
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"What do the numbers mean?"
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Still Sam smiles slightly back in return with an equally knowing smile. He gets it.
"He says they're numbers used to hail the ship he commands."
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"I hope you have given him an equally suitable gift in return."
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Sam huffs lightly in amusement at the change in subject and how Christine is so suddenly interested in his personal life. "I got him a bracelet with blue inlays a while back during our trip to Orlais. I should think of something a bit more personable though."
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"I could help you think of something, if you would like."
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"Oh? Well now I have to hear these ideas since you're offering." He pauses for a moment, considering something, then quickly interjects. "No lace."
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"Maybe I'll get him some jams on the side. He seemed to really like them from the last party we went to."
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"Let us each take them a slice of this pie. What should the filling be?"
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At the mention of Church's eating habit, Sam gives a snort. "You're telling me. When I first met him I was sure he was going to eat the entire buffet at the party." That had been during First Day hadn't it? "You might have to bring him more then a slice," he says half jokingly. "How about a mixed berry filling this time?"
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"I like that idea. Let us make them a little more sweet than tart, yes? That is how I like them."
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"However you want it. I've only had one mixed berry pie before so didn't realize you could make it more sweet." This time Sam does take his glass and take a small sip of it, watching to see what berries Christine picked out.
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"Perfect," she says, the pride clear in her voice. "Our gentlemen friends will appreciate this, no?"
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Sam hums lightly for a moment as he watches Christine mix the berries, a small smile coming to his face. "This brings back memories of us first meeting. You've come a long way with cooking since then."
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"Oh? Yes, I suppose I did say then that I wished to learn." She smiles down at her work and nods before setting the spoon aside and cutting strips of dough to spread across the top in a lattice pattern. "It has been over a year since we met, and look at all we have learned! We are Spirit Healers and you a Shapeshifter and I a Knight-Enchanter too. I have been studying red lyrium ever since I saw it in the Fallow Mire, and have learned to cook. And now I know how to ride a horse." She carefully weaves the dough strips back and forth over the top of the pie as she continues. "You have met my mother and done so much for me. By the way, are you going to visit your aunt? Family is important, you know, and I cannot see my mother now that she is with my uncle. Now I value family all the more."
If only she could bring her mother to Skyhold, but she doesn't think she'd bear the journey well. And Christine isn't welcome in her uncle's house, so now all they have are letters.
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"A year," he repeats in an affectionate sort of way, leaning on the counter as Christine worked on the strips of dough - he hand't even lifted a finger and she was already almost done with making it. It was both easy and hard to believe that it had been that long before.
Honestly it probably was better that Lady Delacroix was not staying in Skyhold. He would bet that she would be bothering Christine often about the company that she kept, and 'oh, did you see that Orlesian noble that came to visit Skyhold?'. Still, being able to see family would be wonderful.
"Hm." The question about his aunt has Sam taking another drink from his glass, then rubbing the back of his neck when he put it back down. "I want to, someday, just not right now. Ostwick is decently far and I wouldn't want to go alone necessarily... I'm just thinking when I could make the trip. And my aunt's husband - my uncle I guess - hasn't said 'yes' yet. It sounds like he's a bit wary considering what happened at the Ostwick Circle not too long ago. Some mages killed a few people before getting out... So we're just keeping in touch through letters at the moment."
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"I would go with you, were you granted an invitation. Though perhaps you would have to write and ask if two mages would be permitted to visit." There's a touch of bitterness to her voice. Perhaps she should stuff a berry in her mouth to sweeten it. But she doesn't, and instead finishes crimping the edge before standing back and pointing at Sam.
"You should put it in the oven." Because here she went ahead and took control of everything, as usual. This way she at least is relinquishing some control.
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When the finger is pointed at him, Sam blinks, staring down at the digit, curious to what he had done now. Hearing the
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"Standing there pretty? Well, you think very highly of yourself," she teases, moving out of the way to resume sipping her drink.
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"Honestly I'm told I should think more highly of myself. I'm just repeating what others have said about me." It only takes a few moments for him to relocate the pie into the oven before returning to his own glass, brows raised curiously. "What, do you not think me pretty, Christine?"
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Except so much more, but good luck getting her to admit to it or even realize it at this stage."Oh, need me to stroke your ego, do you?" she asks, before taking a sip and eyeing him over the rim of her glass. Then she sets it down and regards him carefully.
"I think you are very attractive, Sam. Had I not been so set on teasing you when first we met, I probably would have flirted. But I like this more." She gestures between them. "The... relationship we have. We are not bound by blood, but we are as good as family, are we not?"
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Maybe.Just drink some more, Christine.Sam snorts. "Hardly. I just think highly of your opinion," he says with a smile, going for his own drink, though stops short of taking a sip from it when sees her actually giving him a once over. Should he turn around for you, Christine?
The bit of information at the beginning does have him raising his brows. Not the part with her saying he was attractive, but the part about the flirting. "Really? And what about me just screamed 'tease'?" He laughs, already with a thought in mind as to why. "But I agree. We're good like this." On a more serious note though- "And if you ever need anything... just need to talk, I'm here." Of course she knew that, but he knows it was still nice to hear.
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"Oh," she laughs, cocking her head a little. "You know. The unfortunate circumstances of you being born in Ferelden. It was simply too good to pass up." Her smile turns more fond and she nods, feeling a bit overcome. But she isn't going to do anything silly like cry right now. Instead she says, "Thank you. The same goes for you." Her throat is tight as she says it, but she'll get command of herself in a moment.
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