But the Inquisitors who think eating meals alone in their room is strange?
Inquisitor Cadash, Adaar, or Lavellan being used to at least one large communal meal a day with their group or clan, if not every meal. The Inquisitor used to passing bowls and plates of food, chatting with the people they care about, finding out the news of the day, sharing old stories and tales, reinforcing familial and platonic bonds over shared food.
The first time Josie offers to have a meal sent up as they scribble away over paperwork at the desk in their room late into the night, the Inquisitor looks up at her with a hurt and confused look on their face. Are they being punished, sent away from the group to eat alone?
They put aside all their work to head downstairs with her, hearing all the chatter and clatter of cutlery as they get closer to the great hall. Their stomach rumbles with all the smells of food they’d never even imagined before the Inquisition. Yet here they are, eating new foods in unimaginable quantities with their new clan/group/family, and their new life and new responsibilities sit a little easier on their shoulders with the comfort they find in this familiar scenario.