"Killian has made me any number of things. He might have made me that." Hawke didn't ask what he made most of the time. He ate it. It was good looking and good smelling and he wasn't picky at all when it came to food.
Growing up poor lent itself to an iron stomach. He would and so far, could eat anything. He knew everyone didn't get the same luxury.
"Unless you wish to teach me a few more things to cook?" He raised an eyebrow at her.