"Maybe different mineral deposits?" Ysalwen offers. She hopes it's not something . . . bad.

"Or just the natural skill of Fereldan bakers."

She's just saying!

"Thank you, Greta. This is lovely. I'll just take some with me now and you can have the rest?"

Liranan has already gorged himself on most of the venison, save for three slices that Ysalwen saved for herself and Cullen.

"Aggi is in the main hall, I presume?"

No one is blushing at Cullen's declaration. Really.

"Oh, yes, my lady Ysa. She's refreshing the flowers since Sigrun liked them so well last time."