Lavellan obtains some of her own spies. She has them send her information on Solas’s plans and monitor where he is placing agents, find new research materials for her regarding the veil, and above all else, repeatedly slip tea bags into Solas’s drinks.
“He really loves tea, just do it.”
She manages to start a nationwide rumor that his favorite thing is tea, so all of his new elf followers start bringing him tea out of no where to gain his favor and he doesn’t know why and cannot make it stop.
The next day: all of the frilly cakes in Val Royeaux are bought, and the bakers are specifically bribed by Agents of Fen’Harel to not sell any to Lavellan.
Soon the two factions are in total warfare, armed with frilly cakes and tea.
I DON’T WANT TO WORK ON THIS ANYMORE so here is my version of the mural my Lavellan used to work out some of her issues. She basically attacked her bedroom wall with paint. Not fresco, because she does not have the skill or patience required for that. I’m pretty sure she gets over bad days by working on her family and/or lying on the floor painting foliage. Tiny happy flower, ignore the fact that you don’t know how to convince your boyfriend not to murder everyone you’ve ever known, tiny happy flower, ignore the desire to throw idiots off the battlements, tiny happy flower. Bob Ross therapy did not actually work for her, alas.
Delicious Fish 