Fern quickly sets her tray down on the nearest solid-looking surface (which is, thankfully, an empty table) and goes down on one knee in front of Garahel to take his paw and give it a little shake. "Oh aren't you handsome!" she gushes at him with a wide smile and is only too happy to lavish his little ears and chin scruff with pets and scratches. No biscuits, alas; all she's got on her is dried fruit for Rooster.

When Inessa speaks, she looks up at her again and grins. "It's nice to hear the accent again," she tells her sincerely. "My folks worked a farm outside Denerim for years before the Blight. Then we went to Ansburg, but I never quite lost the accent." A bit of chagrin there; the Marchers teased her for it mercilessly.