Tabs tries very hard not to get distracted by the collarbones and neck, and focuses instead on the dark bruise over his heart.

"Warden?"

Anders pulls his shirt back. "Once."

"They don't have much need for Wardens now the Blight is over? Well, unless someone wants to go venturing into the Deep Roads, I guess."

"Wouldn't know. I'm not a Warden anymore."

"What are you then?"

Anders leans on the table, smiling sunnily at Anya. "Anders."

"Looks good on you. Very noble."

"It's the nose. Ties the look together."

Anya pokes her own nose. "I know the feeling."

"Well, you are an Ander. We all have them."

"I would hope you all have noses."

Anya rests her head on Tabs' shoulder. "Silly."

"Thank goodness, I was worried."

"Hello, everyone," Merrill says, waving as she walks back in the room. "Sorry. I'm- I'm just sorry."

"She's sorry I'm such an idiot. It's a curse," he says as he follows her in.

Carver gently squeezes Merrill's shoulder. "You sure you want to come back in?"

"No reason I should ruin everyone else's night."

"Okay. But you're coming to me next time things get hard, all right? You don't have to do this shit on your own, why do you think Garrett has eighty people following him around?"

Merrill giggles. "Okay. I promise. Thank you. Carver."

"The Maker made you an idiot to balance out the sexy, woodland man thing you've got going on."

"You think I'm sexy?"

Isabela crawls over the table to sit in his lap. 

"No. Terribly unsexy."

"Not on my furniture, please."

Garrett stands, scooping Isabela with him. "Better go defile someone else's then. Don't wait up!"

"Maker, I am going to have so much fun with you." She's very happy to be scooped.