[ Anders is the kind of person who would try really hard to come up with a really excellent prank, and it would end up having no effect, or worse, be actively upsetting. Chickens are so inane that they automatically exclude that possibility, so Hawke is right to do the same.
Anders' bemused expression is another point in his favor, since the man can't lie with his face to save his life. ]
Is that...?
[ They walk closer, and yes, it is. Anders has plenty of experience with farm animals, given a large portion of his life was spent sleeping in stables and hay barns, stealing a couple of eggs. It's a sound he associates distinctly with the broad brown countryside of Fereldan, rather than all this programmed urban greenery, and while he gives back one of Hawke's hands he keeps the other squeezed tight. ]
It's some sort of exhibit. Look, they have signs with information.
no subject
Anders' bemused expression is another point in his favor, since the man can't lie with his face to save his life. ]
Is that...?
[ They walk closer, and yes, it is. Anders has plenty of experience with farm
animals, given a large portion of his life was spent sleeping in stables and hay barns, stealing a couple of eggs. It's a sound he associates distinctly with the broad brown countryside of Fereldan, rather than all this programmed urban greenery, and while he gives back one of Hawke's hands he keeps the other squeezed tight. ]
It's some sort of exhibit. Look, they have signs with information.