Melora wasn't really the most attentive of cooks. It was very domestic, and her thoughts usually strayed elsewhere. She usually started something and then wandered off to climb trees or bother Stefan. Thankfully, Varric's maid Esmerelda had noticed Melora's habits, and was good at picking up where the elf had left off. As a result, they actually had cookies instead of a burnt-down kitchen.
For a woman who didn't speak much English and didn't have the benefit of having the last twenty years to get accustomed to Melora and Stefan's odd behavior, Esmerelda really did adapt quickly. The maid usually answered the door, but when the young elf came charging down the stairs like a bullet, yelling something about 'getting it', Esmerelda knew to get out of the way quickly. There was some clucking and some rapid Spanish, but at the end of the day, she wouldn't want to work for anyone but Varric and his motley crew.
Melora threw open the door, a little out of breath. "Hey! Come inside!" She stepped back, giving the other girl room to come in. Melora was dressed pretty casually in a t-shirt and jeans, and was barefoot.