The darling urchin skips joyfully off, trailed by what is presumably her entourage, probably to buy one of the frog hats Lex saw earlier. Skipping joyfully off looks a bit like 'fleeing,' but potato, tomato. Apawstate, applestate.

Lex does some brow arching of his own, less elegant than 'blunt, but deeply expressive.' "Andraste? Really? That's your argument. Not 'you wouldn't have dirty knife ear problems if you kept your money out of fountains.'" He pronounces knife-ear like it's just. Incredibly obnoxious, but one of those irritants that must be borne at least until the Orlesian populace at large finds something more bedazzled to entertain itself than casual racism.