A smirk appears at Signy's thoughts on the mighty culture hound. "It is a dog. Just like you are a person. Just a..." Savio takes his hand raising it as high as he can before he lowers it a great deal to roughly standard dwarven heights. "...a little smaller than most. But like your people, this dog served a purpose suited for its size. More superficial than defending against Darkspawn or ruling down below, but purpose, none the less..." Savio pauses to turn himself on the bench, letting one leg rest on either side of the bench as he faces the Little Mage That Could.
The dog gives a couple of barks as it appears to have finished the food. Taking a expensive looking handkerchief from his belt (with some lace around the edges), Savio wipes off some of the stew that appears to have gotten on the face of the fluff ball. "As for something to eat? It would depend on what you consider food... If you eat Ferelden stew, then they may have some left in that oversized pot of theirs." He nods toward the kitchen area.