Occasional advice from Caridin! But mostly he appears to be working on designing a functional bicycle.
Stalas pops in around midafternoon and seeks out Annie for a hug.
"The Legionnaires are very excited about the first reports from the front line describing how darkspawn react to being summarily disintegrated. No new rumours since the one about me being secretly Aeducan himself. The announcement about our betrothal should go out this evening. It's not huge news, but people who pay attention to this sort of thing will notice."
Causing Annie to interrupt him is really a lot of the point of practicing sign language.
"Is anyone going to want to verify with me that we're betrothed or is it just assumed that you wouldn't make that up?" she wonders, when talking is less of an incongruous activity than it would be during sign language practice proper.
"Making it up would just make me look like a huge idiot when you failed to show up to the wedding, so," he shrugs, "you might get some people obnoxiously asking you if you're really going to marry me just because it's so weird, but as far as the formal announcement they assume that if I wasn't sure about it I wouldn't be telling everybody."
"You really don't." Hug. Kiss. "I appreciate that you're so easily delighted. And that being easy doesn't make it any less satisfying."
"The mere fact that you're trying to make me happy makes me happy," she says, snuggling up.