Mid-morning snacks

[attr="class","dibody3"]Mornings in Skyhold were much more pleasant than they were in Vigil's Keep. The weather was much colder and his duties numbered zero. No court to hold, no paperwork to do, or lessons he had to teach his wardens and guards. He was slacking off, he was aware of that, and the fact that it would come bite him mercilessly in the ass was a fact that loomed in his thoughts, ever ready to nip at his cheer whenever it could. He needed this, though. He deserved this. His seneschal was always talking about how he was overworking himself and how he never took proper care of himself, so here he was, taking a well deserved break. Although he still wasn't exactly doing the best job of taking care of himself. While he was hydrating himself better and bathing more often, he still consistently forgot to eat until hunger gnawed painfully at his gut.

He eased the growing pain in his gut, made by forgetting breakfast and worsened by a few bouts of sparring, with some hearth cakes. After he'd finished sparring with a few of the Inquisition soldiers, he'd helped himself to the kitchen. It had taken some convincing of the kitchen staff before he was allowed to help himself, after which he made a rather large batch of hearth cakes with dried blackberries. The workers in the kitchen seemed to appreciate the free snacks and unusual snack, as did some of the children who filched a few here and there. The staff did, however, cautiously comment that hearth cakes were hardly a balanced meal. He promised to eat something better later. He didn't eat a lot of Dalish food anymore, let alone hearth cakes like Ashalle made them. In Amaranthine, others cooked for him since he was arl and also had very little time to cook himself. As none of them were Dalish, they didn't know how to make the foods he grew up on. He made a mental note to teach them the recipes when he returned to Vigil's Keep. He crumbled a bit of a cake and tossed them to the birds keeping him company on Skyhold's ramparts. He wondered what Skyhold looked like in Summer. How much of the snow melted? Was there much green? Another year, he would come in Summer. He took another bite of a hearth cake.

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