Whatever Alistair so what if she does. She likes being thing and shapely, thank-you-very-much. It's not her fault women not tainted with darkspawn blood or whatever have to actually watch their figure.

She takes her dainty little cup and spoon and sets her in her lap because she gave up on reading as soon as Alistair walked through the door.

A pause, and then, since she was raised with manners, "Thank you."

And following that? Nothing. Because she still didn't want to talk about what went on during her trip.