When it comes to this mage, he'll take it. Anders plops the vessels down before plopping himself down. For a few moments he stays silent, enjoying the warmth. Then he's uselessly gesturing at Myrobalan's doodles due to lack of things to say and a general dislike for silence.

"Glyph patterns? Or something else? I used to draw cats in the margins of Circle books." Granted, the cats were great cats, and they were generally eating Templars, but details, details.