After Tequila had left his tower, Cullen had done the same in a relatively good mood, walking the wall that connected his tower to Skyhold's main part of the castle. As he slipped through the common foyer to take the steps down to the kitchens, he did his best to ignore the whispers among the visitors, knowing that most of them had to deal with him and who he spent his company with whenever he wasn't absorbed into his duties. Knocking on the door when he came to the kitchen, he was confronted with two of the chefs helpers, the immediate hands within the kitchen at all times. Greeting them with a smile, he pushed the door open, standing in the doorway as casually as he could manage. "Commander Cullen," an elven woman greeted with a smile, her hands busy kneading into some dough. "Is there anything I can do you for, Ser?"
The man nodded his head, crossing his arms formally in front of his waist. "Actually, there is. I was going to have dinner with the Inquisitor," he spoke softly, his eyes casting around the large room, searching for ideas on what the meal could contain. "Would it be possible to have a few plates made, ready to be taken to her quarters?" he asked softly, his voice quiet, as though he were trying to keep it under wraps from other people's ears, despite the location of the kitchen being rather discreet. The elven woman smirked and nodded her head, her eyes lighting up with an idea. "I have the perfect thing, Commander. Should I have one of your masons bring the plates to her quarters?"
"No, no, thank you," he started, much too fast to be considered casual. Laughing nervously, he shifted his weight from either leg. "I mean, I'll be down to retrieve the dishes to take up myself, thank you." At her nod, Cullen whisked himself away back to his tower in order to clean up the mess that he'd so delightfully ensued, and to rewrite some of the letters that had become damaged. By the time he was nearing the end of the replacement parchments, a knock came at his door, and his eyes lifted to see the elven woman from the kitchen, a silver tray within her small hands. "Your meal, Ser." Rising from his desk, Cullen grasped the handles of the tray as soon as he reached her, smiling largely. He barely had time to mutter another thank you for her efforts before he was shifting past her in the door frame, his feet carrying him to his love's room.
As he approached the final door to her chambers, he waited a moment, before giving the wood a soft rap of his armored knuckles. Opening the door, he lifted himself up the stairs after closing it behind him, the tray delicately balanced with his left hand. "Tequila," he called softly, not wanting to startle her. Coming to rest the tray on the top of her desk, he lifted both lids on either plate, revealing smoked ram's meat, garlic seasoned potatoes, and assorted vegetables that they'd been able to trade for. The smell that wafted up to his nose instantly had a grumble soothing from his stomach, but he ignored it, smiling at the sight of the two win glasses, paired with an unopened bottle. "This may just be the best dinner we've ever had.. I'll have to ask Josephine to send the cooks something nice in return."
