[ she does watch for a moment, thoroughly amused. it's cute, really, seeing Rebecca's fascination. Hawke knows how she feels, somewhat. Though she'd feel more awed had she not killed more than her fair share of dragons back in Kirkwall. ]
Have you kept out of trouble, today? [ calls from the kitchen as she unwraps the cheeses and tosses them onto a plate with some torn pieces of bread. she procured something called "sparkling cider" that she's never seen before, but it lives in a wine bottle, so at least it's something. ] I hear we've all been infected with some strange gas.