"She's just so full of 'fight' it's hard to keep it contained in her tiny body."

“Exactly. I can only feel one thing at a time.”

Varric looks directly at Anders. “Oh good. Another one.” 

He drains his mug. “Vines isn’t allowed in the same room as Broody.”

"Vines? That's adorable."

"She gets a nickname too? I'm starting to feel left out."

"Very creative," Tabs laughs, framing her face with her hands.

"What's wrong with Hawke?"

"It's my last name? I think you can do better than that."

"That's the thing, Hawke, your last name is more than that. It's a symbol." Varric gets another drink. "Also, didn't you veto 'Chuckles'?"

"I don't have the face for 'Chuckles'. And that slaver laughed at me when you called me that last week. My ego can't take it."

"Oh, come on, it left him wide open for Bianca. Excellent distraction."

"Great new tactic! You should definitely keep trying."

"At least yours isn't just where you're from," Isabela grumps.

"Why don't I get one?"

"Is there anything in the entire world I could call you that wouldn't piss you off?"

"I wouldn't tread there either."

"Contrary to popular belief, I have some self preservation. And sense."

"It's a bloody nickname, I'm not going to hit you over it."

Varric chuckles. "You would hit me for so much less."

"What about -- okay yeah, I'm not gonna risk it."

"For your own safety, don't."

"You all act like I'm- I'm about to go nuts and start killing."

"No, that mindset is usually aimed at me."

"Never a nice feeling. Especially since you seem so nice and fluffy. Well, feathery. It's a look."

"It's attracted at least one bird," Anders says, grinning at Hawke.