( she smirks and, by Andraste's sanctified arse is it hard not to laugh. this is too easy. ) Hey there, you were the one who asked. It seems we are in agreement, if not exactly alike in--fervour. ( really, she should be soothing or at least sorry, but it's always amusing to see when she can rile someone up in a mostly harmless way. this is, of course, all teasing. in the meantime she manages to find some she remembered being in the vicinity when she was last passing through around here. Hawke takes the sprig in hand and studies it for a moment. )

It wasn't with that man, was it? Your servant. ( how else to explain the apron. )