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Who: Alistair Theirin and Sam Nishimura
What: Eating Cheesecake and Chatting
When: Backdated to Beginning of August
Where: Croft Manor
Rating/Warnings: Family Friendly
Status: Complete!

As promised, Alistair had brought home a few different kinds of cheesecake, toppings, and some other things that Sam had added to the list after the fact. It had all looked so delicious that Sam had a hard time choosing, and had ended up going with three pieces - one chocolate, with some raspberry drizzled on it, two regular, each with different toppings.

And an orange. She just really wanted some oranges.

Plate laden with all kinds of delicious desserts, Sam settled in on their living room couch and wielded her fork in her hand, “Oh man, this is going to be the best ever. We’re totally going to ruin our dinner for at least forty five minutes.”

So much had changed for Alistair over the last couple of months and one big one had been, not only his metabolism, but his body too. What would usually take someone a few months of dieting and exercise had happened to Alistair pretty much overnight. His stomach and chest were more toned than they’d ever been in his life and he was also stronger both as a result of the dreams and the sword practice he’d been trying to do daily. And because his physical changes were dream related as well as his appetite and metabolism, it meant that he could eat whatever he wanted and didn’t seem to gain any weight.

So, when Sam started talking about cheesecake, Alistair couldn’t resist picking up a few. He claimed it was a test, for himself, to see if he could actually eat anything and not gain weight and Sam was pregnant. Sitting on one end of the couch from Sam, Alistair looked down at his plate with the same three pieces as Sam, “Do we have a set dinner time?”

"Hells no we don't, but we're still gonna be ruining it for a while!" Sam exclaimed, with a mischievous grin. It was like they were getting away with some crime, like children spoiling their dinner with cookies they'd stolen from the cookie jar. She stabbed one of her cheesecakes with her fork and let out a bit of a squeal of glee, "I can't believe you brought this many flavors, Alistair!"

Alistair laughed as he took a bite of cheesecake off his fork, “Well, I figured that between the two of us, one wouldn’t last long enough for Lara to get a slice.” He was sure that he could easily eat an entire cheesecake on his own and still not be full. This whole Grey Warden thing was still so strange to him and he wished Maia or someone else from his dream world who understood it was around. Duncan had done a pretty poor job of actually preparing him for any of this in the dreams.

"I'm not sure Lara's getting a slice anyway. You'd think I was having twins the way I keep eating everything in sight. I could easily put away at least one of these all by myself," Sam joked. She spent a few moments proving her point by nearly inhaling her first few bites. The cheesecake was extremely good and Sam decided that Alistair knew where to go to get the good stuff, "I hope you know that you're becoming my favorite person to send out on food craving errands."

“I’ll have to put aside a piece and not tell you where it is. That way, Lara definitely gets one.” He smirked and ate another piece of his own cheesecake, “Does that mean I’m gonna be woken up in the middle of the night when you want pickles and ice cream?” He wrinkled his nose slightly as he thought about that combination. “Or is it gonna be peanut butter and french fries? Seriously, what is it with pregnant women and crazy combinations?”

"I have NO idea man, but peanut butter and french fries actually sounds fantastic, why hasn't anyone ever tried that before?" Sam asked, excited. She was definitely going to have to do that one next.

She pointed at him with her fork, "Pickles and Ice Cream still sounds nasty at least, but now you're going to have to get me french fries. Okay not NOW now, but we have to try that sometime soon. Oh! You know what might be awesome!? Peanut butter AND nutella on french fries. We need Nutella. I have no idea why there isn't more of that in the house."

There was no more of it because Sam had already eaten most of it on toast last week. If anyone was keeping track of these things, anyway.

“You really think that sounds good?” Alistair asked, nose scrunched up a bit before he took another bite of cheesecake off his fork, “Nutella would probably work easier though since peanut butter is thicker.” While the thought of peanut butter or nutella on french fries was pretty gross, Alistair would be lying if he said he wouldn’t try it at least once. “And the answer to that is, cause once you start eating it, you can’t stop until it’s gone.”

"Well we'd probably have to melt it down into some kind of sauce so that you could dip the fries in it more easily, yeah..." Sam replied, thoughtfully. Her brain was already trying to figure out the process of making a peanut butter sauce that also had nutella in it. Maybe all you had to do was put some in a saucepan and let it melt a bit?

She squinted a bit, "That's true, though. Nutella is way awesome and I just can't - OH! They have that new peanut butter that has the chocolate and everything right in it now! But we'd still have to figure out how to make it into a delicious sauce that we could put on everything because honestly? It would taste amazing on this cheesecake, too."

“Stop. You’re gonna make me even hungrier and then I’m gonna eat all the cheesecake.” Alistair still didn’t understand how becoming a Grey Warden had affected his appetite, but he ate a lot more now; hence the cheesecake. “I’ve never eaten as much as I have in the last couple of months. It’s almost ridiculous.”

"And you're not even gaining any weight. I'm beginning to think that I should become a Grey Warden just for the metabolism! After the baby, of course, because taint would probably just mess all of that up. And that wouldn't be good at all. But we really need to get our hands on chocolate peanut butter soon." Sam nodded her head, like this was now decided. Then she directed her attention back to her cheesecake, because talking about food was making her just as hungry. Her plate was quickly clean of everything - even crumbs, and she went for another slice.

“That is probably not the best idea.” Alistair knew that people died during Joinings and he’d hate to see something happen to Sam, “Besides, we don’t even have a Joining Chalice. I doubt just any old glass would do. Plus there’s other stuff we’d need that we don’t have.” He ate another bite of cheesecake, “And you’re probably gonna bounce right back after the baby is born and every woman will be jealous of how skinny you are right after having a baby.” Alistair wasn’t good at this sort of thing, but he hoped that he wasn’t saying the wrong thing.

"Oh my god do you really believe that?!" Sam looked like Alistair had just paid her the hugest compliment in the world. That was a huge thing, getting back to the size and shape she'd been before the baby. She knew her body would change in ways that wouldn't go back, but she was always worried that whatever new form she took on wouldn't be as appealing.

That was a problem a lot of pregnant woman had, she'd read. But if Alistair believed in her, she knew she'd be okay. She beamed a smile at him, "Just for that, I'm saving a bunch of slices of this for you. But you're right, it's probably a super bad idea to make a bunch more grey wardens, and I'm not sure you could just do that with a regular wine glass anyway!"

Alistair nodded, smiling, relieved that he’d said the right thing, “Of course I do. I mean, why wouldn’t you? You’re young and you’re gonna be running around like crazy once the baby is born.” He knew a lot was going to change once Sam had the baby was born and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about the possibility of finding another place, but when it came down to it, the house was so big, it wasn’t like he would be inconveniencing anyone by continuing to live there. It wasn’t like they lived in a two bedroom apartment or anything, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure a wine class just won’t cut it.”