Anya nearly wiggles in excitement at the looks being served right now. "What about you, V? You look like you could hold you own against her."

"Madam, I'm a lover, not a fighter. You've mistaken me with Bianca."

"Bianca is your stunningly identical twin?" She is very ignorant. Totally.

Varric grins. "That's a line I will happily reuse."

He points to a crossbow, mounted on the wall, pride of place. "My dear Bianca. My heart and soul."

Anya blinks up at it. "Bigger than I ever imagined."

Varric winks heartily. "That's what all the boys and girls say."

"You from Merrill's clan?" Anders asks Tabs, while Anya and Varric talk.

"Nah. I'm from the Dales. Lived there all my life."

"Quite the change, then, coming to a human-dominated city."

Tabs snorts. "Show me a city that's not."

"Orzammar."

Tabs laughs. "Got me there. But, yes. Very different. Being overlooked is not a feeling I'm used to."

Anders grimaces a little. "Yes, sorry about that. I've been told I get in my own head a lot."

"We have that in common."

"You really want to say that to a human?"

Tabs shrugs. "You don't seem entirely terrible. For a shem."

"Big expectations. I'll try to reach them."

"Good thing you're so tall."

Anya butts in: "She does have a thing for tall people."

"Yeah, a thing for being annoyed by them." She playfully bites at Anya.

Anya sends her a playful kiss in return.

"It's not difficult to surround yourself with tall people when you're an elf. Or a dwarf."

"Solid back up, V."

"Always happy to have portable armrests hanging around."

"Okay, just for that, your nickname privilege has been revoked. You use my full name only."