He has a place, he has a time, he has a date. Krem smiles like he's more drunk than he is and sets his bottle down, sighing. Well. Maybe he shouldn't have punched Bull after all. "You're horrible at helping, but it kind of worked out," He murmurs to him more privately because as much as Bull was an ass, the rest of the chargers loved to give him shit more than the Qunari did.

I'm not so sure about ink making it taste better, but fish sounds good. Meet you there at seven?