"With all respect to his considerable talents," Ivette says, bringing the bowl to Fiona, "this isn't one of his areas of expertise. Which I'm sure he'd be the first to tell you."

She stands upright, hands on her hips. "Besides -- I'm not sure how familiar you are with the lay of the land here in Ferelden, but this is farm country, and he's got quite a task helping his brother in setting new fence on land they've acquired." This said cheerfully. "Now. Have you a place to stay? I've set my bedroll in the stable and find it quite comfortable."

Meaning either go to the tavern or come with me, but when you've eaten we're getting out of Alistair's hair.