She suddenly wanted to shove that shortbread down his charming little throat.
Why must he indulge himself in such sweets when it came to her mother's baking and not hers?
"Good?" She asked hostile and Fenris stopped his chewing for a second to swallowed and cocked his head to Hawke.
"Is there some thing wrong?" He asked steadily as her brow creased ever so slightly and gave a small tight smile.
'Not at all." She sighed and Fenris felt a shift in the air that he'd done some thing very wrong and he hadn't been in the estate quarter of an hour.
Leandra continued to dance about the kitchen with mixing bowls of sorts and showing off her culinary skills to Hawke's boe, unaware of how tense the woman was getting at her own inability to perform such womanly tasks, she could clean (which was debatable to her mother.) did she really need to learn how to cook too? Her father had brought her up with magic, fighting and how to kill a man in 186 different ways with a wave of the hand, but that didn't put that contented blissful look on her lover's face when he took a bite of some thing sweet…and it irked her.
"….Dear, if you glared any harder the book would burst in to flames." Leandra scolded and she was rewarded with the glare instead.
"Don't tempt me." Her daughter muttered sourly and the grey haired wonder cook who rose a brow at her daughter's bitter mood.
" Have I done some thing? I didn't mention a thing about how you used to run around naked in the fields in Lothering."
"Mother, I was five when that happened , he thought I was eighteen when you spoke of those events," She spat moodily and resumes looking at the book.
"Any way, no, you didn't say anything." She snipped curtly and Leandra recognised the problem.
"If I didn't offer him some treats it would have been rude of me." She defended as Hawke sank even more in to the chair grumbling nastily.
"I know, yeah, yeah, but…Rgh." She bit her lip crossing her legs and forced her eyes to scan over the racy novel Varric had given her just that morning, sadly, she wasn't having the chance to enjoy it.
"You want to make him happy like a wife does." Her mother noted and Hawke spluttered madly,
"What! That-that is absolutely ridiculous! Just because we've been questionably courting for a few-"
"I knew I'd marry Malcolm when I met him."
"This isn't the same thing!"
"Isn't it? I was never supposed to marry a mage, are you supposed to marry an elf? Don't you want to break the social rules like I did?" She chuckled softly soothing the annoyed child in to a saddened state, Roxsanna slumped in the chair and covered her eyes,
"Must you always see through my intensions?"
"When you're so much like I was when I was young, it's like reliving the past. It's hard not to see, dear." Leandra moved behind the orange haired oldest child and gently laid her hands on her shoulders
"How about if you teach me to cook?" Hawke sighed fighting for some options and her mother suddenly perked up
"What an idea, love! I'll get the ingredients ready! First we'll need nutmeg, some ginger, oh, darn, I think we ran out of sugar to make that…Bodhan!"
Sitting there in absolute terror of what she started Hawke just swallowed and rubbed her brow and basked in the warm glow of the fire, the kitchen would be stepping in to the fire, so she savoured the cosy heat before she got burnt to a crisp and probably hate any thing slightly warm by the time she'd be finished.