Hazelnuts and plaid

[Zevran]

"Family," he whispers, a hitch in the word that gets more than one worried look. Moving slowly, almost gingerly, he moves to the table as if afraid those already there might bolt or attack.

[Aveline Vallen]

Wordlessly, Aveline starts filling a plate for him, her expression concerned and understanding both.

[Marian Hawke]

"Yes, husband of my wife, family," says Marian, a little exhasperated and a lot fondly. "Remember that? I'm sorry I nearly ruined it for everyone, but I didn't quite."

[Isabela]

Isabela, with a broad smile, drapes herself into Zevran's lap, planting a kiss on his cheek. 

[Zevran]

Zevran looks at the curvy wench in his lap and frowns. Thankfully it's obviously a put-on, along with the scolding tone he adopts. "How dare you encroach upon my signature move, ma'bella! Clearly, once a pirate, always a pirate."

[Varric]

"Half is hers, remember?" At Zevran's confused 'beg pardon' Varric smirks and takes a bite of his adequately charred porridge. 

[Marian Hawke]

Marian giggles, covering her mouth with one hand. 

[Isabela]

"I am the blackest of scoundrels," agrees Isabela. 

[Aveline Vallen]

"No, that's a bored Estelle," Aveline says without thinking.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian snorts. "I think Claudia could give her a run for her money as far as boredom mischief."

[Zevran]

Zevran, however, is staring at Aveline with bafflement. "Did-- I know I have not slept in days and most of my blood is oversteeped tea right now, but I would swear I just heard Aveline snark."

"Haven't-- why does no-one--" Aveline pins Isabela with a hard glare. "When and how much sleep did you get last?"

[Isabela]

"I tried to pin him down," protests Isabela. "We laid down for a nap and he must have slipped out while I was out."

[Zevran]

"She got perhaps five hours," Zevran offers quietly, very much not addressing his own lack of sleep. "Fairly deep, as far as I could tell."

[Helene Dakesh]

"This one slept the full evening, as this one was not needed at Voice."

[Aveline Vallen]

"Thank you Helene, for understanding how to take proper care of yourself," Aveline growls, getting an echoing growl from under the table as Beka jumps in to support her Person's threat display. Cuddled against her, Hawke can see how Aveline is clenching and unclenching her hand under the table as if agitated or in pain, though she's not sure if Aveline has noticed that herself.