"That's so much - Oh, it's more than I'd ever dared hope for." Nadine reaches out for Bastien's hand, too, and Byerly completes the circle of contact by putting his own arm around Bastien's back. It's certainly awkward, and looks silly, but it's so sweet. The whole thing is sweet.

Nadine releases them after a moment, and steps back. "I think - I want to get you the mead, but I don't want to - Just come with me to the kitchen. You're all family." And from her glance, it's clear she doesn't just mean Bastien and Byerly, but Benedict, too - even a Tevinter adopted at once into this generous house.

Nadine leads them, then, out of the stiff formal parlor, and into the generous kitchen, where the family maid is peeling turnips for the stew bubbling on the stove. "I hope you don't mind - We're not getting too many ingredients from the North. Not with the war happening. Our dinners are all very Gwaren down here."

"Endless cod," sighs Winifred. And then, perking with interest - "Can you bring some spices when you're back? They grow spices in Kirkwall, right?"

"Not grow," Byerly answers his niece. His manner is a bit stiff with her - he certainly gives the impression of someone who has no idea how to talk to a teenager. "But it's a hub for trade. We could bring things down."

"Imagine. Something more than just salt and dill for seasoning," Winifred says.

(Dinner, it seems, is going to be as wholesome as this family, but quite a bit less appealing.)