A/N: This is way overdue request made by Hatsepsut. For you dear! Sorry I never got around to it 'til now.
Sweet Tooth
Hawke shuffled through the cupboards. Tossing things that were unappealing, which was, well, pretty much everything. She had a craving. And she wasn't going to stop until it was filled. It was gnawing at her bit by bit, until it was all she could think about. Not even the flour incident slowed her down.
"Hawke?"
She popped her head out of a chest, eyes seeking out Anders where he stood in the doorway, a perplexed expression on his face. "Hm?"
His eyes widened slightly, taking in her disheveled appearance and the fact that she was covered head to toe in flour. "What are you doing?" He asked cautiously.
She pursed her lips together before dropping her head back into the chest, tossing out another bag of flour that, miraculously, didn't explode this time. "Hankering for sweets," she mumbled.
"You have a sweet tooth?" He laughed softly. That's what this disaster in her larder was all about?
"What of it?" She snapped, almost insulted.
"Why not just...bake something yourself?" He supplied.
"Oh yes, why didn't I think of that?" She scoffed. "Don't know how."
"You can't cook?" He asked incredulously; she could take out an ogre, she could defeat a dragon, she could tame the spirit of vengeance within him, beat a qunari army, stand up to the Knight-Commander, but...she couldn't cook.
"No," she huffed.
"Would you like me to bake you something?" He offered. At long last he'd discovered something he could do for her that she couldn't do for herself.
"Would you really?" She exclaimed as she popped back out of the chest, a grin on her face.
"Anything for you, Hawke," he chuckled. Who would have thought? The indomitable warrior, their fearless leader, had a sweet tooth.