"But that is the province of women, or it is in my country. One word, one glance and we can crush their every hope and dream as surely as we can raise them to the heavens and then kick them out from under them, or that's how some of them like to carry on." A significant roll of her eyes is sent in the direction of a few individuals, though she hasn't spotted Scipio or Rafael either, and after the reaction to her Vashoth heating pad revelation then she'd definitely include the pair of them under that banner. But she smiles, to soften it, because it's just teasing even if the Game is waking up parts of her that she's tried to ignore since she came to Thedas.
It's something she'll need to talk to Leliana about later, now that she realises fully how very like these things are, that even donning a mask will only mean limiting her vision since she's already known how to turn her face into one.
With Mia she doesn't need to do that and she wrinkles her nose, mouth pursing. "Mushrooms shouldn't be in a cake in the first place, that should be a rule, they taste like old damp things. I know what the Deep Roads are now." It's enough to make her want to gag but she knows that if pressed, she could eat one with a smile, able to say all the right sorts of things about it because that's what you do at parties. Hopefully she can avoid that. "Extravagant too, even for this. I wonder how one could be for the price of one of those little cakes."
For such tiny things, a normal cake is hellishly expensive, it's why it's a treat. Deep mushrooms, anise and gold? Likely the finest flour, the best sugar, the richest butter, the freshest eggs too? You could do so much more with the basics, she tries not to let that show in her face.
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It's something she'll need to talk to Leliana about later, now that she realises fully how very like these things are, that even donning a mask will only mean limiting her vision since she's already known how to turn her face into one.
With Mia she doesn't need to do that and she wrinkles her nose, mouth pursing. "Mushrooms shouldn't be in a cake in the first place, that should be a rule, they taste like old damp things. I know what the Deep Roads are now." It's enough to make her want to gag but she knows that if pressed, she could eat one with a smile, able to say all the right sorts of things about it because that's what you do at parties. Hopefully she can avoid that. "Extravagant too, even for this. I wonder how one could be for the price of one of those little cakes."
For such tiny things, a normal cake is hellishly expensive, it's why it's a treat. Deep mushrooms, anise and gold? Likely the finest flour, the best sugar, the richest butter, the freshest eggs too? You could do so much more with the basics, she tries not to let that show in her face.