Tabs grins cheerfully at Anya, sticking her tongue out, before going back to conversation with Varric.

Carver points an accusing finger at Anya. "You just guessed an A name. So it is a thing."

"It's an aesthetic. Don't mock it."

"What're you gonna do if I want to?" Carver challenges.

"Guess I'll just have to beat you up."

That actually gets a laugh out of him, short and sharp, but it's there. 

"Yeah, all right, never mind I could snap you in half."

"Or, perhaps, bend her in half?" Isabela buts in suddenly.

Carver throws the nearest small object at her.

Anya melts into a little glowing ball of blushing and hides her head in her arms.

Oh my god, Isabela really is That Bitch.

"Just ignore her. I do."

"You wish you could."

"Sorry I'm late, patient had her baby early," says a familiar voice.

Tabs immediately tenses.

"And you didn't tell her you had a drink with your name on it?"

Anya reaches out with her foot and nudges Tabs softy.

Soft laughter. "Yes, I'm sure that would make labour go any faster."

Anders props his staff against the wall and slips his coat off, hanging it over the staff. 

Tabs turns huge green eyes on Anya.

Anya doesn't know what to do! She shakes her head a little bit at Tabs.

"I hope you at least had the courtesy to pick up that bottle on your way up? I've been bugging Tomwise to hand it off for weeks."

Anders sighs, but smiles. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a vial. 

“I’m not your errand boy,” He chides Hawke, handing it over. 

"And yet. Thank you, Anders. Pull up a chair and meet our new friends. One of them could be your cousin!"

He looks down, sees Tabs, and smiles. “I’m guessing not you?”

“Wonder how you figured that out?” Tabs shoots back. 

She holds out her hand. “Tabs. Tabitha.”

“Tabitha? That’s not a particularly elfy name. I’m Anders.”

“Of course, you would be the perfect person to judge that. What’s Anders short for? Ander Fel?”