"Haven't heard that one before."

"I have never claimed my jokes as original."

"How about 'Birdy' for a nickname?"

"Terrible. I hate it."

Carver appears back in the doorway. "Garrett."

Garrett quickly finishes his drink. "Well, that's my cue to beg for forgiveness because my thickheadedness."

And he's off and out the door.

"You say anything else to her and..." Carver's voice fades as they head out.

"A very eventful event. Two fights and crying!"

"Our Wicked Grace nights aren't usually like this."

"They usually have the potential for being worse."

"Now I'm doubly sad that Fenris isn't here. Then the party would really kick off."

Anders rubs a hand on his temple, sighing. Seems even the thought of Fenris is annoying.

Anya is not touching any of that with a ten-foot pole. "Should we head off too...?"

"We should probably wait and see what Merrill's doing."

"Merrill will be all right. She's- she's struggling to...well. Acclimatise."

"Not exactly an uncommon thing around here. Lots of people trying to make this home."

"It's weirdly home-like. I'm really looking forward to seeing more of it."

"You could always join us in following Hawke around. We seem to go to every inch of Kirkwall."

"That would be really awesome. Though I have never really been in a fight in my life... which seems to be the done thing, apparently."

"Never? Huh. Definitely in the wrong place then. Don't worry too much, though. Vines looks tough enough to take on your load too."

Tabs flexes, winking at Anya.

"I'm pretty sure she can bench me. Plus a few others. Very hot."

"I'll need to use these rippling biceps for something. Benching you all seems like a good time."

She catches Anders' look, and sends him one right back.