Memory - Isabela and Aveline should never go to parties together.

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Hawke's taken everyone to a noble's party for an adventure with elvish rogue Tallis. Unfortunately, Aveline and Isabela feel the best way to spend the partytime sniping at each other.

Well, no. "Sniping" implies something more elegant than what actually happens.

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Aveline: All the nobles are looking at you.
Isabela: Would I dress like this if I didn't want people looking at me?
Aveline: It doesn't make you uncomfortable?
Isabela: Honey, you don't know uncomfortable till you've been bent backwards over the helm of a ship and handcuffed to the rail.
Aveline: At your request, I assume.
Isabela: It was complicated.
Aveline: Sure it was.

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Isabela: Imagine going to one of those Orlesian parties. I'd feel underdressed.
Aveline: (Scoffs) Undressed, you mean.
Isabela: Well, I don't need to hide from the world by encasing myself in steel up to my eyebrows.
Aveline: Right, let it all hang out so everyone knows what they're getting.
Hawke: Catfight? Catfight!
Aveline: We're not fighting. Isn't that right, whore?
Isabela: That's right, man-chin.
Aveline: Wine-soaked pearl diver.
Isabela: Griffon-lips.
Aveline: See? We love each other.