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“If I wanted to taste darkspawn piss, I could have got some fresh from the Deep Roads. So to speak,” Varric winces, staring accusingly at the fragrant brown splashes on top of his qunoa.
“It’s not all that bad, Varric,” says Isabela, munching with the air of an epicure. “I’ve had to choke down worse things in the middle of the ocean. Though I wonder at anyone who lets their fish rot on purpose.”
“Scoff all you want,” Asari chides the two, “but you’ll find many Qunari who consider the taste of fish sauce to be heartwarming. It’s never been my favourite, but—” she digs in happily. “—it does remind me of home.”
“If Orzammar smells like this, thank Andraste we left,” says Varric, but cleans his plate.