[He says it with a smile, though, a smile that grows when Hawke's arms come around his waist. What was working? He didn't have to work, right? He could just lean into Wolfe's arms all day...
Wasn't that a curious thought, he couldn't remember the last time he'd had it.
A pleased sound came out in a sigh as Anders tilted his head to allow more room for Hawke's lips, but then his love is looking up and Anders resigns himself to returning to work.]
It's a bit like cooking, really. Potions are like...stews, but with very specific ingredients. Too much of one thing or the other and you could poison the drinker.
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[He says it with a smile, though, a smile that grows when Hawke's arms come around his waist. What was working? He didn't have to work, right? He could just lean into Wolfe's arms all day...
Wasn't that a curious thought, he couldn't remember the last time he'd had it.
A pleased sound came out in a sigh as Anders tilted his head to allow more room for Hawke's lips, but then his love is looking up and Anders resigns himself to returning to work.]
It's a bit like cooking, really. Potions are like...stews, but with very specific ingredients. Too much of one thing or the other and you could poison the drinker.