( Her hand closes around the cube as he says not to admit if she had, and she laughs, both for the thought and the words that follow. Bending her knees, she looks toward the ground she'd like to rejoin, but holds her balance in the interim, both arms raised, elbow folded for her good arm. The cube feels warm in her hand, in a reassuring rather than threatening way. )

Can you imagine if this is what you always had to do when foraging?

( She can't, except in the most loose, absurdist way.

In fairness, she waits until she's back on the ground, handing the cube to him in case it didn't show as filled on his list like it now does on hers: )

No dwarves thrown where I'm from either. I wouldn't even let Bull throw Sera, though I'm certain they did as much when I wasn't looking.

( She looks and sounds amused, fond of both of them. She's less fond of the list, which she picks up again once Varric accepts (or tosses, or even ignores) the cube. )

This is one headache inducing team exercise. What's next on your list?

( She shows hers, and the stated: blanket. No one wants to freeze overnight, such as it is. )