"Right, of course. Must protect the potatoes. Harding can't live off of cheese alone. Well, she might be able to. Fereldens are a hardy bunch." Rook, of course, was oblivious to the heartbreak about to be unleashed on her with regards to Harding, or the bucket of cold water she'd likely unintentionally thrown on their attempts at flirting. "Closer than being in the same house, or...?"