[Cullen storms into the inquisitor's office.]
CULLEN: Did Varric pay you to come up with this idea? Because you should give him his m--
INQUISITOR: [looks up] We're planning a surprise attack. It makes sense for you to at least have a ranged weapon handy.
[CULLEN fiddles with the crossbow.]
CULLEN: I have trained with a blade for 25 years. I haven't the faintest idea what to do with this.
INQUISITOR: You'll figure it out.
CULLEN: That... is what you said when you told me to take along all that jam in the battle with the ogres.
[Cut to flashback: CULLEN holding a box full of jars and glaring offscreen.]
INQUISITOR: Did you even look? Those jars were full of bees.
CULLEN: [disgusted expression and a long pause] ... bee jam? Maker's breath!
[CULLEN storms out]
CULLEN: [from the hallway] I will never get used to Orlesian food!