[He contemplates the fuzzballs still cradled in the loop of his arms and can't fathom appreciating them any less whether they're magical or mundane.]
Who's the cutest magical artifacts around? You, and you, and you! And you, too.
[Varric is someone he knows by reputation, and the mention of his name and of the Inquisition does wonders to ruin the moment. Nothing like time travelling Thedosians to rain on one's parade. Anders' eyebrow arches wryly.]
I'll bet he did. Not that I know who that is. Different time, different history. You know the drill. But it saves me time introducing myself and that's always a plus. A pleasure.
[Anders can't complain--this is vastly better than the last time he'd spoken to an elf.]
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[He contemplates the fuzzballs still cradled in the loop of his arms and can't fathom appreciating them any less whether they're magical or mundane.]
Who's the cutest magical artifacts around? You, and you, and you! And you, too.
[Varric is someone he knows by reputation, and the mention of his name and of the Inquisition does wonders to ruin the moment. Nothing like time travelling Thedosians to rain on one's parade. Anders' eyebrow arches wryly.]
I'll bet he did. Not that I know who that is. Different time, different history. You know the drill. But it saves me time introducing myself and that's always a plus. A pleasure.
[Anders can't complain--this is vastly better than the last time he'd spoken to an elf.]