Thedas might lack hot and cold running water, but at least no one can trap you in a burning room with no doors... or make the pool ladder disappear while you swim... or force you to tinker with the TV until you electrocute yourself.
Solas: NOOOOOOOOO! 
Simquisitor: What is it dear? 
Solas: Nothing my love. 
Simquisitor: Solas, I'm going to be having a baby in a week, and I was hoping you'd give up your job as wold leader to take care of it?
Solas: Why do I have to quit my job? 
Simquisitor: Because I just started working at the ticket booth, and I now I can be a rock star if you just give me three months. Plus, you killed the last one.
Solas: But in three month the kid will be in college, and I will only have a month to live and hope for grand kids. And, I didn't kill the last one. The oven did.
Simquisitor: Uh. Is everything about you? What about my dreams? 
Solas: I care about your dreams.
Simquisitor: Than let me have this. In a month and a half it will be a teen, and you can go back to work. Plus, With my round face and your pointy face the kid will ugly as sin. So you can have you elder years all to yourself.
Solas: I love you. 
Simquisitor: I know. 