He looks a little sheepish until Nate adds the second part, and then Anders' smile turns proud.

"I'll remember that," he says with a chuckle. Anders pulls the chairs out from their small table and leans in to smell the fresh flowers Nate's brought. This is nice. It's so close to what he's dreamed of, some days. Now if they weren't in Kirkwall... But that's a thought for another time.

He sets out plates and silverware and napkins. "I'll take it as encouragement, too. Do you need a hand bringing the food over?"