"Even I would be worried if I was her recruit. Possibly not because of any eating or smiting involved, though she seems the type capable of turning people to stone with a glance." She smiled sympathetically. "I would worry about forgetting something at the last moment and she'd know."

Hawke held out her hand for the towel. "Ah, and now you've discovered why I'm never home." Which would explain things now but not years past, of course. Her smile curled at the edges, bordering on wicked. "I was under the impression you wouldn't necessarily need an excuse to see me, eventually. But liver works just as good as any, I suppose."