Anders laughs. “Point.” 

He smiles at Anya now. “Hey, apparent cousin?”

"Cousin Anya. Is me."

"Nice to meet you. Why, may I ask, are you my cousin?"

"Didn't you know that everyone that was born in the Anderfels are related?"

Anders laughs, and smiles at Hawke. "I wasn't born in the Anderfels, Garrett."

He looks dubious. "Your name is literally Anders."

He drops into the seat besides Tabs. "When I was taken to the Circle, I was spitting mad and wouldn't speak Common. Screamed at all of them in Ander. They started calling me 'the Anders boy' and eventually got shortened into 'Anders'. Haven't really gone by anything else since."

"You spoke Ander. Where did you learn that if not in the Anderfels? Where you were born."

"Far and mor were from the Anderfels, we spoke it at home, but I was born in Ferelden."

"Do you still speak it?" She asks in Ander.

He blinks a little, and smiles. 

"Some. Might need to remember a bit."

"Well, hopefully, Tabs and I stick around and we can practice."

"Always happy to hear the mother tongue."

"Merrill, you wanna start speaking in Elvhen? Even this out?"

"Dar'dirth, lethallan," Merrill says, with a grin.

"Sorry. It's just been a while since I had the opportunity."

"Terrible. Finish your drink and soon we'll all be speaking it."

"I'm a bit rusty, any bit helps. And it would be good, reconnecting with that part of myself."

With any part of himself, Tabs doesn't doubt.

"How is the baby? And the mother?"

Anders smiles, and gives a rundown on the birth and how the mother and baby are doing.

Anya wants to hug Tabs. Instead she starts to nudge her with her feet.

Tabs shrugs, and nudges her right back.

Anya sticks out her tongue.

Tabs blows a raspberry.