And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.

[neverheardofhim]

[This week, Varric opted to take a page from Vanille’s book. Gathering everyone together after the roller-coaster that the first trial had been proved to be somewhat cathartic for himself. He hoped that it would prove to do the same for the others.]

[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]

[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]

Food in the Library. 5 p.m. Don’t spend the night alone.

[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]

[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]

Comments

[quadruples]

It's hard to find the right words to describe it, but it has this really nice earthy flavor... the meat is so tender it's almost melting in my mouth and the gravy is so tasty I'm tempted to lick the bowl clean. It's the kind of stew that warms you up on a cold winter day.

[matchbreaker]

[ She closes her eyes, trying to imagine a feeling - a taste - that she long ago discarded, assuming she ever even tasted it at all. She sips her goblet of blood (totally not weird right???) as she does ]

Yeesh, who'd've thought the little people were good at that sort of thing.