[The lake is actually quite nice this time of day. It's quiet, and there's a nice rock to sit on. Even a few smaller rocks to absently toss in the water. This is an excercise in calm, for someone who certainly needs it these days
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[Varric hadn't exactly been looking for company, wandering around outside, but when he spots Anders, he heads over without hesitation. Especially when he catches him smiling, which is both encouraging - Varric misses the times when Anders'd come down to the Hanged Man, let Varric buy him a drink and tell stories about the Blackmarsh and other Warden adventures - and, given recent events, somewhat worrying.
He comes up behind Anders, standing next to his rock and glancing at the scribbling.]
[Obviously, they need to rub off on each other more. Reach a happy medium. Or, you know. Just keeping hanging out and alternately bringing down the mood and pushing it back up.]
[Although that 'taint taint taint' bit makes him chuckle.]
Whatever happened to the Grey Wardens of old? Riding on griffons, having feasts and drinking lots of ale, they knew how to have fun.
He comes up behind Anders, standing next to his rock and glancing at the scribbling.]
Taking a leaf out of my book, Blondie?
[Pun most likely intended.]
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[Obviously, they need to rub off on each other more. Reach a happy medium. Or, you know. Just keeping hanging out and alternately bringing down the mood and pushing it back up.]
[Although that 'taint taint taint' bit makes him chuckle.]
Whatever happened to the Grey Wardens of old? Riding on griffons, having feasts and drinking lots of ale, they knew how to have fun.
[He considers that.]
I know a girl who makes some mean cupcakes.
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[Anders could probably qualify as a moody teenager for how often his mood flip-flops around. Sarcastic one moment, brooding and ranting the next.]
Ostagar happened, I think. Although... the dwarf did always have plenty of ale. We were never sure how he managed that.
[He looks at him, and one of his eyebrows quirks.]
Cupcakes?
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[Varric looks back, smirking.]
Cupcakes. Like the ones at that bonfire party.
[Yeah, Varric saw you munching those down, Blondie.]
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[And he's not sure how to feel about that. Maybe Oghren managed to get back to Fereldan. Maybe not. Who knows?]
[There may be a hint of color on his cheeks at that.]
Oh. Like those. Those were rather good.
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Was he? I never saw him around. Must not have posted on the journals at all.
[Shame. Varric would have liked to talk to him. Also, yet another person to add to the list of 'those who've been there but have since disappeared.']
[And another bit of a smirk.]
Yeah, they were. I'm sure I could get us some more.
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[Varric might not have. Not once he got downwind of the other dwarf.]
[But it is strange. How someone from Fereldan can up and vanish like that.]
That... might not be a bad plan.
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[Might've been worth it, for the stories. But yes, it is strange. Another example of something not right with the things Deior claims.]
It's an excellent plan. I'll get on those cupcakes.
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[He shoots him a look.]
What do you mean by 'get on them'?
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Sounds like it. And people ask me why I don't wish I grew up in Orzammar.
[Varric raises an eyebrow at that.]
Get on getting someone else to make them. Don't worry, I won't be going near the actual process.
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[Awww, look, he's making a joke.]
As long as this 'someone else' isn't your crossbow, I can't argue.
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