"That's all I can do... That, and stew of a sort." Throwing meat, stock, and vegetables in a pot was close enough to stew, right? "And seafood. Some seafood." She left the cooking to her mother, then Bodhan, and now Orana. She wasn't home enough to do much of her own cooking.

She laughed, admiring him openly. "Absolutely. All noble houses have suits of armor in them with the family's crest, don't they? I'll just have an attractive man in it."

There were worse things than being almost forcibly silenced by a pair of lips and, frankly, she didn't want to protest. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned against his broader, stronger body. The hand that had not been occupied by the apple moments before threaded into his hair as she savored his kiss far more than she had the fruit

A muted hum buzzed against his moath in response to his question, pleased. She laughed breathlessly as they parted only long enough to breathe, her lips still brushing his. "I'm blaming the Qunari for keeping me distracted," she murmured, even if it was only a half-truth.