Plastic didn't mean anything to him but he let it go. There was no need for them to get into that. Hawke had enough with the paper money.
"Another thing to bother him about," he said with a smirk. His pirate was a fount of information. They might even go fishing together on that boat of his to fish the river.
"This obsession with cheese reminds me of the King of Ferelden. Met the man once, absolutely loved cheese." Hawke found the man strangely endearing. "It sounds like a good use of beef. You've sold me on the idea of that one."