circlejerked: (↯ awe spreads her wings)
Anders ([personal profile] circlejerked) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs 2016-11-26 10:46 am (UTC)

[You are very welcome for this excuse to have a social life, Mr. Howe.

Anders has settled at the table, cheek propped against his hand, already working through a pint of ale and a plate of lamb sweetbread, a recipe remembered from some village he'd long forgotten the name of but whose cook had been able to do things with a slab of meat and a pinch of spices that could make a man's taste buds weep in joy. It's home in all but name. He looks up when Nathaniel enters, pleased to see he's decided to join them.]


That pungent aroma really brings back memories, doesn't it?

[It's not the sort of fanciness an Arl's son is probably used to seeing, but it's more festivity than the Grey Wardens are typically known for. Darkspawn don't take breaks for holidays, and neither does the Order.

When Anders thinks of his best Satinalias, he thinks of the spare few he'd spent as a free man, drifting from town to town one step ahead of the templars. Nothing special, nothing elegant, but good food and a fire keeping the chill at bay hadn't needed to be in those days.]


Pull up a chair. You better help me eat all of this before my cats do.

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