You are not allowed to cook for them.

[ Just- putting that out there. No amount of warning can prepare someone for Fereldan lamb stew.

Ever.

Zevran burrows closer into Alistair's chest as though such a thing were even possible, eyes drifting closed. Only a few months, they had this, and he knew one day it would end for something or another. He simply wasn't prepared to be a little responsible for it. ]

I have killed more people than him. I've killed more chantry sisters than him. He was simply efficient about it.