Scene: Somewhere in skyhold. Big room with a big long table with lots of big hats around it. Enna and Josie sit at the end. Enna is bored out of her mind, twiddling with her quill as the nobles ramble on. That is, until....
Enna: what the- MYTHALS T*TS!!!
Dead silence falls in the room, all eyes turn to the beet-red inquisitor, now sitting rigidly with the quill crushed in her hand. Josie looks on, mortified.
Enna: Ehmm... My lords and ladies perhaps we should -ah- have a break for -ngh- refreshments? Josephine if you would be so kiiiinnnd and show our dear guests to the main hall?
Josie sighs deeply, summons her warmest smile and shepards the confused gaggle of nobles out of the room.
Josie: So, inquisitor...when will you be joining us then?
Enna: Ahem....10 *gneep!* 20? Yes, 20 minutes.
Josie: *sighs* Makers breath
*Sera giggles under the table*