Sophia: And that is how you make a Molotov cocktail. Any questions?
Lyria: You said you'd help me with my history homework.
Sophia: Go drop this on your father's mage division HQ. I'll make him write the history homework during peace negotiations.
Solas: I heard that.
Sophia: That's OK, the location's obviously a code for somewhere else.
Solas: She is 15!
Sophia: Yes, we should've covered biological warfare by now, but she's a bit slow. Takes after you, no doubt.
Solas: You could've at least taught her magic attacks.
Sophia: Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. Who knows.
Solas: This is wrong.
Sophia: All the Evanuris parents are doing it, which you would know if you ever showed up to PTA meetings. She can't be the only one left out.
Lyria: Al told me about something called a hydrogen bomb the other day.
Solas: Are you talking about Banal'ras? Dirthamen's son? I told you to stay away from that boy!
Lyria: He prefers Al dad. Elvhen names are super lame. We're going out tonight. Mom said it was OK.
Solas: What?! Why didn't my agents tell me about this?
Sophia: Now, sweetie, remember what we talked about. Make sure to use protection even if he swears nothing could happen when you bang in the Fade.
Solas: How was I supposed to know? I thought the Veil would make it impossible to...
Sophia: And this is why you should never listen to your dad. Pretty much all of his plans fail.
Lyria: Can I go get ready for my date now?
Solas: Wait! What did he tell you about that hydrogen bomb exactly?