Nice one, clockworkwings!
Sera: You really ought to learn how to use daggers, Varric.
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Varric (If he's put points into that skill): Oh I have...*whispers*...just don't tell Bianca.
Sera: *giggles*
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Varric (if he hasn't put points into that skill): Now that's just silly, that's for people like the Seeker...I find it better to kill at range, you know, intelligently.
Cassandra (if she's in the party): I heard that.
Varric: I need none but Bianca to see me out of trouble, I assure you.
Sera: I know, I know, still, it's just that...err...
Varric: Yes?
Sera: You're just the perfect height to put in some really critical hits on anything but another dwarf.
If present in the party
Vivienne: Eugh, disgusting, Sera.
Iron Bull: Heh, I like it, he better watch out for kicks though.
Solas: Ah, and here I thought you'd momentarily gotten your head out of the gutter...
Cole: I don't get it.
Blackwall: Fighting honourably is becoming something of a rarity, it seems...
Dorian: I didn't need that mental image.
Continuing:
Varric: Well you see, Sera...now you've turned me off the idea rather than the other way around.
Sera: *snickering* Ah you big baby.
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Inquisitior: And there's the dragon.
Sera: Really? You sure? Maybe it's just a scaly bear?
Vivienne: Sarcasm doesn't suit you, dear.
Varric: Really? I thought she pulled it off rather nicely.
Vivienne: Of course you did.
Sera: Why are you so grumpy today? Did Iron Bull steal your hat again?
Vivienne: The Iron Bull has never...eugh...I won't be drawn into another argument, damn you both.
Varric: Ah well, next time then, Sera?
Sera: Sure, this is fun!
Vivienne: *sighing*
Inquisitior: Dragon. Straight ahead. Could we focus on that?
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Iron Bull: The Seeker is one mean lady. Did you see her with that new recruit, chewed him out until he cried.
Varric: I did tell you about when she questioned me, right? I'm well aware of how rough she can get.
Iron Bull: To be fair, that man had it coming, his greaves were a disgrace.
Varric: Whatever you say.
Iron Bull: Oh don't get testy, I'm sure she's really nice underneath the chill.
Varric: Heh, okay...maybe if one gets like a dozen stiff drinks into her.
Iron Bull: Well, a stiff something, at least.
Varric: And what poor sod would volunteer for that?
Inquisitor: Ahem.
Varric: Erm...
Iron Bull: Oh we're in trouble with the teacher now...hehe.
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Varric: So where's your javelin?
Iron Bull: Excuse me?
Varric: Back in Kirkwall, the Qunari looooved their javelins.
Iron Bull: Well I don't, javelins run out.
Varric: *grumbling* I don't remember them doing so...