[Oh Fenris. Always takes everything so seriously, even when Hawke's just teasing.
He nods at the description. Smoked meat for breakfast? How utterly decadent. Practically Orlesian.] So shall I stock up on those things for when I manage to make you breakfast?
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He nods at the description. Smoked meat for breakfast? How utterly decadent. Practically Orlesian.] So shall I stock up on those things for when I manage to make you breakfast?