easily distracted

(I originally posted this last year on BSN, and then on my old Tumblr blog. Dusting it off one more time for Reg’s amusement.)

I dreamt about Alistair last night. Again.

We - he and I, not the Warden, as is my usual - were sitting in my garden, arguing. I wanted to go to the Cheesecake Factory for Avocado Eggrolls. Alistair objected, vehemently, on the grounds that by the time we got a table, it would be too late to light the beacon in the Tower of Ishal. So I called for take-out. We got in the car, and he was all squished up in the passenger seat of the Eclipse and whining about how we should have taken the Jeep instead. Then he yelled at me when I gave another driver a Jersey salute. I told him he wasn’t king yet and to just STFU. Alistair got all flustered and asked how I knew. I said, ‘Meta’; he looked scared, and started playing with the moonroof. When we got to the restaurant, there was a long line outside, darkspawn mingling with the suburbanites; Alistair wanted to fight them, but the seatbelt got caught on his splintmail and he wasn’t able to get out of the car before I’d paid for the food. He lectured me about ‘duty’ all the way back to the house, and refused to eat anything on the grounds that avocados aren’t mentioned in the Chant. Then we walked to the Tower (conveniently located six blocks away, in the center of town), and I died when a hurlock kicked my ass (no armour, no weapon, no awesome Warden-y fightin’ skills).

Perhaps I’m spending too much time in Ferelden. Or not enough time.