Mention of such bland food, even though Korrin has no appetite to begin with, has Korrin pouting. "No spice at all? That's harsh, Araceli. When this is over, I'll be begging for them, you know. How can I recover on something with no real taste to it?" Right now, that's more complaining just to complain, but later on it'll be a genuine grievance. The sky is blue, life is unfair and Southerners don't know how to make proper cuisine, it's just the way Thedas works.

"Threaten him with me all you need to, if it helps him calm the fuck down and behave. I'll want to see him when I can, but I know he can't ask for better attention than yours. Speaking of promises, I'll make this up to you as soon as I can." Somehow. That talk of a trip to Val Royeaux comes to mind again, but right now isn't the time to figure out details, not when her attention keeps sliding away.