"You make your own version? Hah, I'd love to try that!" That sounded almost better than a home-cooked meal, to be honest. At least qunari knew how to use spices, rather than the somewhat blandness of Ferelden's usage. This country seemed afraid of flavor.

The warrior takes a sip, looking over at the fire. "Shit, Emprise du Lion. Cold as fuck over there, I'll have to wear a shirt or I'll poke people's eyes out."