Sereda looks up at him, and ancestors forgive her, she can't help but laugh. "Alistair. Why you?" She takes the food from his hand and sets it on his kitchen counter, wrapping her arms around him again, height difference be damned. "That's like asking why your Maker chose Andraste, instead of someone else."
She would go on, but stops in her tracks, parsing something he just said. "Bann Teagan?" Really? Alistair's "uncle" was handsome and charming, but there's only one human she's ever had eyes for.