"Hawke, I cannot be left to wrangle the glowing children, I'm far too old for it."

"I should know better than to assume Henri is a suitable chaperone."

"Hey. It's your rule: when people start glowing, call in the tactical support."

Ilska is shaking with suppressed rage, but she's not dropped his hand.

Anders wraps an arm around her, staring pointedly at Fenris. 

Carver appears behind Talia. "Merrill's crying, and Anders and Fenris are about to murder each other. So glad I came out."

"Oh, Merrill." Beth pushes past her twin to wrap up the elf.

"Actually, I think Ilska was the one about to commit murder."

"Maker save me from brothers who think they're comedians. And no-one asked you to come Carver. You elected to when Raeli said there was a problem."

Carver grumbles, but doesn't argue that.

"Are we going to have a nice night, now? Without glowing and shouting?"

"I...am sorry. I will restrain myself."

He directs his apology to Varric, and does not look at Ilska once.

"Here, lovely." Isabela pushes her drink to Ilska, with a wink.

Ilska considers her for a moment (studiously ignoring Fenris), and takes a long drink before anyone can argue.

"Well. As I'm here. Who's dealing?" Talia drops into a seat next to Varric.

Varric grabs the cards and starts shuffling. "Me. If you give them to Rivaini, we'll all end up with nothing but duds."

Isabela shrugs. "Pirate."

"Yeah? Where's your ship?"

There's a thud, and Carver winces. "Ow."

Raeli laughs, although it's a little strained. "You'd think you'd have learned your lesson on that," she says to Carver, impish.

"You think Hawke men learn?"

"Ouch. Watch the claws. You might scratch yourself!"

"There's a reason Talia is my favourite, Henri. And that may be the only time I use either of your names."

"I learn just fine," Carver grumbles, and the words sound like 'can't even make a bloody joke'.

"Someone in this family has to have a head on their shoulders," Beth chimes in, rolling her eyes. 

"And we are delighted to have you too, Sunshine."