[When Twisted Fate arrives, he has a bottle in his hand; it's Antivan wine, which is still better than Ferelden brew and anything the Hanged Man could hope to serve. He steps inside as Anders holds the door open, then grins at the kitten exposing his soft-looking tummy.

Fate points at the cat.] More like you should call him Lord Trap, because I know what that is.

[Fate offers the bottle to Anders, speaking sincerely:] For you and Nathaniel, my friend. I hope the coming years are good to the both of you, truly.