[ Whoops, he didn't mean to give cute elf chick war flashbacks. Even though he's pretty sure their exclusively seafood diet isn't going to be doing any wonders for that... ]

Pinky swear someday you'll get pasta, Mer. You'll shit bricks, it's the best, especially when a genuine chef preps it for you. Not that I'm a genuine chef, but like I said? I can totally do pasta. And macaroni. Which is another type of pasta but what the fuck ever macaroni and cheese is where it's at? Like who wants to eat sushi when you can have cheesy goodness. Occasionally in the shape of ironic childhood characters? Those always taste way better than the plain noodle sort.

[ Why does he even bother to say half of that, all his random future-nonsense is going to go over her head. ]

Kirkwall, though? What's it like there, besides bein' a serious seafood overdose?