[ Dorian would recognize that accent anywhere. Gurl, you may not be from Orlais, but you're from Orlais. Sorry, I don't make the rules. But her denial does make him smile. Maybe it's a "you got pulled from another world" thing.

Another world's Orlais? Maker, he hopes he doesn't meet anyone from another world's Tevinter. ]

Not where I'm from, no. But the Orlesians have the finest recipes for making you wish you'd never sampled any of their foods. [ He shrugs, waving with nonchalance. ] And yet, you can't help but always go back for more. It's truly an art.