COLE: Did someone ask for a spirit?
SERA: [MAKES FACE]
VARRIC: Aaaah, not... your kind of spirit, exactly.
COLE: [WILTS] Oh, that's... Okay.
THE IRON BULL: Wait, wait wait. Cole, hold on. Take a seat!
COLE: [SMILES]
SERA: [GLOWERING] [MUTTERS] Bull, do you have to--
THE IRON BULL: [UNDER HS BREATH] I wonder what a spirit on spirits would look like?
VARRIC: [STARING] Inky will kill us.
SERA: [ASIDE] Think of the book you could write about it.
VARRIC: [BLINKS] [GRINS] Let's do it.
Later...
VARRIC: If we said we're really sorry, can we not get yelled at?
MERRYN TREVELYAN: [RED-FACED] NO.
SOLAS: Perhaps you should first apologize to Cole, and then take him around to apologize to Ser Cullen for the disruption of his duties, and then to each and every soldier whom was affected by Cole flooding the barracks.
COLE: [GROGGY] Sera said the barracks were always d-dirty...
SERA: [SLOUCHES]
MERRYN: I need to go take a breath outside before I blow something up. [STORMS OFF]
THE IRON BULL: [UNREPENTANT SMILING]
SOLAS: Bull, perhaps you could help in the kitchen. I hear all the pots fell out of their cabinets.
THE IRON BULL: [POUTS]