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"Hell of a table you've got here, Solas," Varric says after a long appreciative whistle. "You host parties here or something?"
"No...not anymore," Solas says in the regretful tone Varric is familiar with at this point.
"Alright...where do you eat, then?"
"Here. Alone."
Varric looks up and down the length of the table. A lot of things about Solas upset him, and now he can add this dinner table made for a whole damn family to the list.
He pats Solas' back. "Well, you've got me here tonight. Let's order delivery, I'll pay."
Solas smiles. "Thank you, Varric."