[He trusts them, both of them, but he's still not entirely convinced there isn't something wrong. Why would they need to chat privately, out of earshot, otherwise? Why did Kanesada look so unhappy in the middle of their conversation when Lavellan had managed to sneak a peek at them?

Maybe he's just too much a worrier. They're both smiling, and Kanesada--

Lavellan's heart skips a beat as the sword-spirit's arms wrap around him. Any amount of contact with the pretty sword, any chance to be close to him, makes the elf's heart flutter like he's a lovestruck teenager again. He can't help it, and he's not sure he'd want to change it if he could.]

The-- the red and a few others.

[The little parcel in his hands may have more like three or four new pretties in it. He may have noted which ones Kanesada was lingering on earlier and purchased those as well, in addition to the one they'd been looking at together.

The idea of taking a meal with the two of them is a pleasant one--is that what they'd been plotting, then?--and it isn't as if Lavellan's in any position to argue. As soon as Kanesada starts purring in his ear he's putty in the other man's hands. A small shiver runs down his spine and he sucks in a sharp breath.]

I.... No, nothing pressing. I was rather hoping I could convince you to try on some of your new things, though.