Garrett is in the kitchen, making a sandwich when Anders comes swishing in, with far too much spring in his step for a man returning from an entire day spent in a toxic sewer filled with sick people and rats.
Garrett knows something is up.
“Someone’s happy today.” Garrett raises an eyebrow, looking up from his half-made sandwich. “Did Meredith spontaneously combust, taking out half the Templar order with her?”
Anders snorts. “If only. But I wouldn’t be here, I’d be dancing for joy in the Gallows courtyard, wearing nothing but my smallclothes.”
“So all I have to do to get you to take your clothes off in public is make Meredith explode?” Garrett’s mouth quirks at the corners.
“You don’t know the half of it.” Anders’ eyes crinkle at the corners in rare, genuine amusement. “Love, you couldn’t fathom the unspeakable things I’d do to you if you went out and came back to me covered in bloody little Knight-Commander sprinkles.”
“It takes so little to please you.” Garret laughs, forgetting about his sandwich and slipping an arm around Anders’ waist. “Now, what’s got you in such a good mood, if not Meredith’s bloody demise?”
Before Anders can respond, a tiny little bump inside his coat wriggles until two tiny, fuzzy little ears pop out from under the folds of fabric, attached to a scrawny, furry little face. Two tiny, pink little paws follow a moment later.
Anders smiles sheepishly, almost helplessly at Garrett.
“I should have known.” Garrett chuckles.
“He was caught in a sewage drain.” Anders scritches the kitten between its dirty, scraggly ears. It purrs ferociously at the affection.
“So, what’s this one’s name?” Garrett muses aloud, turning back to finish his interrupted sandwich-making. “King Meow-thur?”
Anders groans, rolling his eyes as he nuzzles the kitten. “Maker, no. That’s awful. Do you really think I’d call a cat something that ridiculous?”
“Well, what is it, then?”
Anders reaches across the counter and shamelessly plucks the meat right off Garrett’s sandwich, tearing off a piece and offering it happily to the kitten.
“Ser Purrcival, of course.” Anders huffs proudly, leaving the kitchen with his furry little companion and half of Garrett’s sandwich filling in tow.
Garrett slides into a chair and sighs, trying to pinpoint the exact moment when his life went wrong.
IDEK OKAY. I hope it’s cute enough. I hope it’s funny enough. I hope it’s silly enough.
I hope it’s not awful.