Hawke: “Isabela I ASKED you to stop jabbing the knife into my thigh. Isabela?” Varric: “Sorry to break it to you Hawke, but she left 15 minutes ago.”
Fenris: And the mage has been… unusually silent.
Anders: You’re all horrible. I’m going home.
Varric: I’d walk you, Blondie, but I’m afraid if one of us trips, I might lose an eye.
Merrill: Oh! Even I got that one.
Hawke: Well, this certainly was a good idea.
And Aveline is the disciplinarian, of course.
Aveline: All right, the tenth bells rang out half an hour ago. If you lot don’t stop talking, and start sleeping, I’m going to start administering beatings. Starting with you, dwarf.
Varric: Me? My lady guardswoman, pray tell, for what offense have I earned such a threat?
Aveline: Your mouth is the biggest.
Isa: Ohh, I bet that’s not the only thing that’s—
Aveline: Shut up, whore. You’re next.
then it becomes an epic pillow fight-turned wrestling match with Aveline and Isa and things just go downhill from there.