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Cullen didn’t expect to find Aurelie in Skyhold’s kitchen. He had searched for her in all the typical spots first; her private quarters, the war room and the library. When he ran out of ideas, he started here, in the rooms beneath the great hall.
Aurelie was standing in front of the large table, rolling back and forth on the balls of her feet with her back to him. She was cooking… something, and Cullen smelt the sweet aroma of cinnamon invade his nose.
“What are you doing?” He asked, catching her off guard. Aurelie seemed surprised to see him, but settled her expression into a smile.
“I was going to surprise you.” She moved aside to reveal a large platter of cinnamon rolls, steam still rising from the bread. Cullen shot up his eyebrows, glancing between her and the baked goods.
“I thought you didn’t cook?” he asked.
Aurelie chuckled, and he watched as she took a small bowl into her hands, using a spoon to layer on a thick white icing over the buns.
“Things like brisket, sure.” She scraped the bowl clean. “Growing up with a sweet tooth, you have to learn how to bake to combat the cravings.” Once she was finished, she scooted the plate closer to him. “I hope you like these."
"They’re my favorite.” Cullen admitted.
Aurelie smiled, and eagerly watched him as he tore off a large chunk to eat. He grinned, feeling like a child again. It was warm and sweet and… perfect. Just like her. She had taken a piece to her mouth as well, and he noticed a small smudge of icing on her lips. He moved without hesitation to kiss it away. They shared a laugh as they continued to eat the sweet rolls. When they were all gone, save for a few crumbs, Cullen looked at her with a coy grin.
“What else can you make?"