Merrill giggles, hiding her face in her hands.

"Anybody feel like murdering me?"

"I vote no. I like having you around to offset -- that. Plus, I just like having you around."

"-Maker, they better not be going to Gamlen's, I would rather-"

He stops, looking at Anya with a furrowed brow. "You don't even know me."

Tabs moves across to sit next to Merrill, in between her and Anders. She wraps an arm around Merrill.

"And yet!"

"...do you want something from me? People don't usually like me so early on."

"Nope. Not that I can think of. Want me to think of something to make you feel better?"

"I just don't really understand your angle."

"Andraste's tits, Carver."

"This is honestly painful."

....Well. She totally came on too strong and now she's embarrassed herself and probably Carver too. She flops onto the table again, hiding her face.

"Shuddup," she mumbles.

"...now I really don't know what's going on."

"I'll tell you when you're older, Junior."

Carver bristles at the nickname.

Tabs reaches over to pat Anya's head.

"I'm the creepy older woman," she whispers to Tabs. "Please kill me now."

"You are not! You were just being nice!"

Merrill joins in with the head pats.

"I need more -- whatever this stuff is that we're drinking. Stat."

Tabs clicks at Carver. "You heard the girl, another round."

He does, looking suspiciously at them all while he does so. 

He pops the drink down next to Anya's hand. "Here. Getting drunk is the easiest way to ignore them."

She's trying to ignore him. But okay.

...she drains the cup.

Varric passes her another one. 

"So...the Garrett and Isabela thing...I thought we were teasing him about...something something spiky?"