( it's enough to make her laugh, shaking her head at him fondly. ) Bored and lonely. No one else refuses to give me quarter when I wish to argue with them. ( it's always 'ah, you're right inquisitor', and while she loves that affirmation, it's more worthwhile when she knows she truly has earned it.

she seats herself, nabbing one of the forks she brought with it and waits for him to take the first bite. it is his gift, after all, and she would hate to rob him of the joy of it. )

If they wish to make a fuss about having found love with an elven apostate, I would ask them to take a longer look at their Inquisitor and Herald. You have helped us since Haven, Solas. That alone should gain you favor in their eyes.