"We each have our challenges in life. Store your blessings in your holster for when you need them." That's some Felix Bonaventura wisdom right there for free, you're welcome. The old man is twirling his moustache with pride whenever she parrots that particular one back since it numbered among her least favourite in her teens.

At some point, Araceli hopes there might be a need to go north again even if she's maybe been spoiled compared to most what with two trips to Antiva and one to Rivain all with the Inquisition. She even got to see Tevinter too though not even Korrin knows that one. "How did you grow up as you did without always being asked to do this and that around something like a kitchen or a fire? We were always having to do something when I was little in my mother's brothel, even on my father's ship they would find me a box." She was a very small child Korrin, as you can probably imagine. "So much is making do, substituting and adding and playing around with it. Not difficult."

Says the girl who cooked regularly for a building full of people from her mid-teens but moving swiftly on as she lets the smell and heat of the kitchens hit her, squeezing past one tall grey chef to start poking about. "Can you see about spices for me? Pick your favourites but only one really hot one, I need to see what I actually have to work with for meat before I can start."