[Open] Sleep on the Floor

There was a moment when Morrigan walked in to the kitchens, that he thought back to before when she nearly burnt them down and hoped that she wasn't there to repeat the events, he rather liked his kitchens just the way they were and hated the idea of having to rebuild them. Though what came out of her mouth had him completely speechless and stopped in his tracks. Had she really just said help? Like had she actually just asked him for help, help, Morrigan was asking for help?

He turned and wiped his hands off on the apron he was wearing, he raised an eyebrow but did his best not to look too amazed or smug or anything like that, she was like a wild animal, he didn't want to provoke her or scare her off and if she'd actually asked someone to dinner, well after all she went through with Loghain, she definitely deserved to be happy, he didn't want to belittle that. He smiled warmly and compassionately, doing his absolute best not to look dumbfounded. 

I mean, probably? I can teach you but whether or not you pick it up is another story, some people just aren't good in the kitchen, no matter how hard they try. His sister Mila was a good cook, but Rosalie wasn't as good in the kitchen, and their brother Branson couldn't cook if it hit him upside the head.