"It took me forever to come up with that." He wasn't quite lying. He used to daydream about having a templar-eating large cat fondly named Ser Pounce-a-lot. Ah...wonder if his graffiti is still in the library books.

"Oh, Maker. I could kiss you right now." Except that would be a little creepy. Anders loved cats, but... "Or Ser Pounce could kiss you instead. He's a saucy little minx like that."

They started their journey to the restaurant which hopefully wasn't a hole in the wall though he had his fair share of fond memories of the Crown and the Lion. Most of them involved getting drunk out of his bloody smalls, but that was an internal monologue for another day.

"Staring? Who? Me? This is what I always do," he smiled. "So, Thunderian. You know, I heard once qunari were descended from halla, but I could never find any more information on that...you don't know what a qunari is probably."

He could hope.