Scene: Three elves trekking through the forest.
Inquisitor: ...so Bull yells 'Oh this is going to be good!' and that's when it pops up over the hill - a high dragon.
Sera: No! Yer shittin' me!
Solas: *sigh*
Inquisitor: It was a dragon! A giant fire-breathing lizard! Big as a house, Dread Wolf take me if I lie!
Sera & Solas: (simultaneously) Superstitious nonsense-
An awkward pause.
Inquisitor: (teasing) Ooh, Sera... you know, when two people say the same thing at the same time, we say 'the Dread Wolf's listening!" And the first one to speak afterwards, he'll send a piece of bad luck!
Sera: What a steamin' load of horsesh-
She promptly trips over...something, and faceplants. The Inquisitor is overcome with giggles.
Solas: Bad luck, Inquisitor? Perhaps someday you'll realize it's rarely as simple as that.
***
Inquisitor: Sera?
Sera: Ugh, what?
Inquisitor: ...How big is a house, usually? Dragon-sized?