"They come pre-made in a box. I don't really know who makes them. They're better than Ferelden Stew, anyway. Pretty easy to make, too."
Someone made the mistake of asking Alistair to cook once at camp; no one had ever since asked him again.
But right now, Alistair looks very happy, biting into a Hot Pocket. Not at all as displeased as he looked picking at the muddled grey clumps of his own creation several months prior, back in Ferelden.
"Do you want to go see the others sometime?" he asks in between bites.