That was fast, but it's not like Korrin's going to judge. She's steadily draining her own, because human brews aren't nearly as strong as her people's drinks and because...well, because she can. Dealing with bears and bandits and idiots all day means she'll do as she pleases now.

The thought of throwing pies gets a chuckle out of her as she raises her mug to that suggestion. "Whatever it takes, right? Those pies will be going to a good cause. Though tossing a jar of bees in and slamming the door is tempting, for all those 'ox' comments when they think I can't hear them. Some people just don't appreciate my big looming self even though I'm not trying to invade or convert people or whatever it is real qunari do."