Location: Somewhere in the Hinterlands
Varric: Hey, Herald, can I ask you something?
Lavellan: Go ahead, Varric.
Varric: Why do you keep picking elfroots everytime we go out? You do it so often, it’s almost like a fetish with you. (beat). Not that I’m shaming you if it is.
Lavellan: Because elfroots are great! There’s a lot you can do with it. You can even make lyrium potions out of this without using lyrium.
Varric (chuckles): That’s going to make the dwarves in Orzammar happy.
Varric: No. Alright, you win. Do whatever you want.
Lavellan (goes back to pick then turns around again): Aren’t you going to help me pick?
Varric: Nope. We’re busy with…you know…standing here and-
Varric (makes a show of looking around):….looking out for danger.